He sat as best as he could and stretched his leg, nudging Spencer’s shoulder with his foot. Fortunately, whoever had tied them up hadn't taken their shoes off.
Spencer moaned, wriggling a bit as the pain flooded his senses. He didn’t have Duncan’s ways of ignoring it, so he started whining softly, trying to understand where he was.
Duncan spoke softly. “Don’t squirm… you might have something broken.”
“You… you’re here?” A mounting panic in his voice. “I can’t move my hands.”
“You’re cuffed up. Don’t even try. Can you kneel or sit up?”
Spencer tried, drenched in fear, sitting on his legs, locking eyes with Duncan. They tied them up close, but maybe not close enough to touch. He started shivering with the pain in his right collarbone. Tears too, flooded with dread. Licking his bleeding lip.
“What… what…”
Duncan looked around with a small grimace. “I would guess this is you being kidnapped… can’t think of anything else.”
“What…” Eyes wide, any bravado he’d ever had gone with that fear he had never felt before.
“It’s fine, we’re alive.”For now…Giving Spencer a warm look. “Anything broken?”
Spencer licked his trembling lips. “My collarbone hurts…”
“It’s the belt. It broke mine too. Don’t move too much around.”
“Now what?” His teeth chattering too as his head cleared, drenched in pain and fear.
“Now, I guess asshole number one is going to come soon and make a grand speech on how you are kidnapped and your asshole parents need to pay up or else…”
“And you…?”
Duncan pulled a small face. “I don’t know… they might not let me live.”
Spencer was shaking with that sudden wrath. “No! No! No fucking way!”
“Hey, calm down, it’s…” Looking at the door opening, a masked man stepping in.
He had a ski mask on, leaving only his eyes and mouth visible. “Stop shouting. Awake? Great. That was some stunt you pulled with the car, we thought you both died. But as luck would have it, this is not the case. Enjoy our hospitality until your parents payup.” He crouched down to Spencer, pushing his hand in his hair. “Which body part should we send them? Your ear?” Rubbing his fingers on Spencer’s ear, he grabbed his hair when Spencer tried to pull his head away. “Oh, no, no… you can’t go anywhere… shame we can’t hurt you, precious…” Taking a large knife, he held Spencer’s hair tight, sliding the knife under it. Looking into those eyes blown wide with fear. “Trembling? Scared? Tsk…” He moved the knife and Spencer cried out, anticipating that pain. Nothing. Trembling, his tears spilled when the man pulled his hand away, filled with hair. A large portion cut off on the right side. “Nice… I’m sure your parents will love this hair just tainted with blood. Too bad for your cut.”
“You fuck.”
The man turned to Duncan’s voice, crouching down at a safe distance, he pushed the knife under his chin. “Ah, the faithful guard dog… whatever should we do with you?”
Their eyes met, Duncan’s void of fear, and the man’s with that wicked light.
Spencer almost said something but he remembered what Duncan had agreed with Patrick. Maybe this was the same…don’t show it.Pinching his lips, he stayed quiet, drenched in fear.
Duncan spoke then, soft. “I’ll plant that knife between your eyes soon enough, you low-life fuck.”
The man nudged his chin up, a single drop of blood pearling down Duncan’s neck. “Or I can just slit your throat now… but turns out, your employer said he’d be generous, so why not hit two birds with one stone? Needless to say if they don’t cough up the money, you’re both dead.”
He stood, holding Spencer’s hair in his hand. “I might bring you food and something to drink… if you behave.” He left then, closing the door.
Spencer’s tears spilled. “Fuck… you’re ok?” That compassion flooding his eyes laced with worry.
Duncan smiled. “It’s a scratch. Big mouth. But this is good news, in a way. Time to think about how to get the fuck out of here.”
Spencer scoffed. “How… we can’t, tied up.” Looking around that bare room, the reality of what was happening dawning on him. “I’m scared…”
“And I’m scared too.” Looking around, his eyes roaming the room, the door, Spencer. He had recognized those eyes in the mask though, a bit more at ease knowing whom he was facing, too. “But I’ll figure something out. Just don’t give them anything, nothing on us.”
