“Where are you taking me?” he demanded, trying once again to remove his seatbelt. It kept tightening every time he wriggled, and there was some sort of locking mechanism on the buckle keeping him from taking it off and launching himself up at the driver.
The man stayed silent, his eyes on the road.
“Let me go!” Sebastian screamed, overwhelmed and feeling like he couldn’t breathe from the seatbelt pushing against his chest. He squirmed with all his might, but that only made the belt tighten further, worsening the sensation of not being able to breathe. “Please!”
Sebastian started to cry, and still the man ignored him.
As they kept on driving, Sebastian was made to regret his squirming. They were on the road for well over four hours, the clock on the dashboard nearing midnight, and by the end, Sebastian was thirsty, needing to pee, and feeling like he was on the constant verge of blacking out due to the lack of oxygen from not being able to fill his lungs properly.
The seatbelt over his lap dug into his bladder, and Sebastian didn’t know how much longer he could hold it.
“I need to pee,” he told his kidnapper for the fourth time, and when he got no response, he growled, “Do you want me to piss my pants?”
The man looked at him in the rearview mirror, his expression hard. “If you get piss on my seats, I’m going to cut off one of your fingers.”
Sebastian gaped at him, the tears from earlier coming back in full force.
They drove for another excruciating fifteen minutes, after which they finally stopped and the man stepped out of the driver’s seat and walked back to let him out.
The second his feet hit the ground, Sebastian lost control of his bladder and he peed his pants. He was humiliated, but at least he wasn’t risking his finger by getting urine on his asshole of a kidnapper’s leather seats.
The man looked at him, wrinkling his nose like Sebastian was the most disgusting thing he’d ever seen.
Underwear soaked and rapidly cooling, Sebastian looked around. They were in an industrial warehouse district, in an open lot in front of a massive warehouse, a tall gate closing behind them. A tall fence topped with barbed wire surrounded them.
A small shed-like building sat between the gate and the warehouse, men with guns strapped to their belts visible through the windows.
“He pissed his pants?” the biker asked, having pulled in ahead of them and dismounted his bike. He was stretching, looking tired from the long trip, but there was nothing about him that would make you think he’d just participated in a kidnapping. “Christ, what a little pig.”
Sebastian shot the man his best stink-eye, but judging by the way the man laughed, it wasn’t very effective.
“Come on, let’s get you settled,” the other man said, taking Sebastian by the arm and dragging him into the enormous warehouse.
It was like nothing Sebastian had expected. Instead of a wide-open space filled with pallets or machinery, the warehouse seemed to contain a small town, with a street running down the middle and buildings on either side. The largest building looked like a theater, taking up half of one side of the warehouse, with a marquee over the entrance that read:The Colosseum.
Sebastian was so confused.
“Move it!” his kidnapper barked, yanking Sebastian’s arm and almost making him fall flat on his face. “Don’t stand around gawking like a fucking idiot.”
Hand wrapped around Sebastian’s bicep, the man forced him down the central avenue, turning toward one of the buildings and walking up to the door. Made of metal, the door looked very secure, and Sebastian absolutely did not want to be locked on the other side of it.
The man pulled an access card out of his pocket – like the one Sebastian had just gotten for Viggo and Bjorn’s apartment – holding it against the keypad next to the door and typing in a code when it blinked green.
By some strange coincidence, the code spelled out his mother’s birthday, making it easy for Sebastian to commit it to memory.
The man pushed Sebastian through the door, letting go of his arm and walking in behind him.
“Ready for a reunion?” the biker asked, following them inside. The mocking tone of his voice made Sebastian uneasy, and he wondered what they had done to Viggo and Bjorn that the biker would be eager to see Sebastian reunited with them.
Inside the door, there was a long hallway running straight down in a long line, with six doors leading off to the right. Each door had a keypad like the one on the entrance, and when Sebastian turned around, he saw that there was a keypad guarding that door from that side as well.
No one was getting in or out of the building without an access card. Sebastian watched the biker saunter ahead of them, moving down to the third door and shooting Sebastian a smirk, tapping his access card on the door and typing in a code on the pin pad.
The code was different from the one that had been used to get into the building, and Sebastian wondered if that was because the doors required different codes or because each person had their own unique access code.
Either way, he was going to make sure to remember them both. Every piece of information he obtained could be the key to getting them all out of there – assuming that the reunion the biker was talking about was with Viggo and Bjorn.
The door opened, and Sebastian wrinkled his nose at the smell. It was gross, unwashed sweat mixed with the stench of an outhouse, with a metallic component that Sebastian thought might be rust. The biker walked through the door.
