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Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
- Location
- The Pits of California
"Ugh...what happened?"
These were the first thoughts running through the mind of fourteen year old Samuel Bryant as he slowly came out of his unconcious stupor. Just hours ago, he was walking home happily when some thugs came out of nowhere and hit him with something before throwing him into a van and driving him off to god knows where. Before all else, he tried to make sense of his surroundings. It was a big area, a warehouse of some sort. The lights were flickering on and off and it felt a bit humid because of all the crates he could see around him. He looked out the window and saw it was dark which meant he must have been out for a few hours. He could hear some low voices speaking a short distance away from him, though with the lighting, he couldn't tell who the people were, only that they were arguing about something. If only he could get a little closer...
Samuel tried to move, but found something restraining his wrists from behind. It appeared someone had tied him to a chair rather securely, preventing him from moving barely an inch. There was a bit of desperation growing inside the young man as he tried to figure out who exactly was behind this rotten little stunt and for what reason. It soon became clear when the kidnappers, a couple of thuggish looking men came into view, their voices still heated from the arguing. "How the hell was I supposed to tell that was a guy? I mean, look at him! If he were wearing a dress right now, he would clearly look like a little girl!"
This comment seemed to irk Samuel quite a bit. Sure, he had a feminine look about him. Shiny, burnette hair, eyelashes that looked like they were pasted on some floozy and a chest set upon a slender frame that would almost give off the impression that he had a developing rack beneath his shirt. But his voice was clearly male and he was definitley not into crossdressing, though the wardrobe his mother had gotten for him might have given people the wrong idea. "Well, whatever the case, what are we going to do with him? We can't sell him off like we planned. No one would want a dude as a sex slave, even if he does look like a girl."
Samuel finally had enough of the comments and let out in an angry voice, "Will you cut it out with those comments already. I'm a guy damnit! A guy! And whatever you're planning, you won't get away with it! She is probably already on her way to come rescue me, so I wouldn't be acting so relaxed." "Relaxed?" one of the kidnappers replied in a haughty tone. "I think we have every right to be relaxed. We're prepared for anything that freak can throw at us. We got a whole gang of the toughest badasses around with no fear and a bone to pick with her. So let her come! We'll kick her ass so hard, she'll wish she was dead!" Not waiting for the young man to reply, the other kidnapper put a gag in his mouth, preventing him from warning whoever he thought was coming to save him about the trap these guys had in store for her.
These were the first thoughts running through the mind of fourteen year old Samuel Bryant as he slowly came out of his unconcious stupor. Just hours ago, he was walking home happily when some thugs came out of nowhere and hit him with something before throwing him into a van and driving him off to god knows where. Before all else, he tried to make sense of his surroundings. It was a big area, a warehouse of some sort. The lights were flickering on and off and it felt a bit humid because of all the crates he could see around him. He looked out the window and saw it was dark which meant he must have been out for a few hours. He could hear some low voices speaking a short distance away from him, though with the lighting, he couldn't tell who the people were, only that they were arguing about something. If only he could get a little closer...
Samuel tried to move, but found something restraining his wrists from behind. It appeared someone had tied him to a chair rather securely, preventing him from moving barely an inch. There was a bit of desperation growing inside the young man as he tried to figure out who exactly was behind this rotten little stunt and for what reason. It soon became clear when the kidnappers, a couple of thuggish looking men came into view, their voices still heated from the arguing. "How the hell was I supposed to tell that was a guy? I mean, look at him! If he were wearing a dress right now, he would clearly look like a little girl!"
This comment seemed to irk Samuel quite a bit. Sure, he had a feminine look about him. Shiny, burnette hair, eyelashes that looked like they were pasted on some floozy and a chest set upon a slender frame that would almost give off the impression that he had a developing rack beneath his shirt. But his voice was clearly male and he was definitley not into crossdressing, though the wardrobe his mother had gotten for him might have given people the wrong idea. "Well, whatever the case, what are we going to do with him? We can't sell him off like we planned. No one would want a dude as a sex slave, even if he does look like a girl."
Samuel finally had enough of the comments and let out in an angry voice, "Will you cut it out with those comments already. I'm a guy damnit! A guy! And whatever you're planning, you won't get away with it! She is probably already on her way to come rescue me, so I wouldn't be acting so relaxed." "Relaxed?" one of the kidnappers replied in a haughty tone. "I think we have every right to be relaxed. We're prepared for anything that freak can throw at us. We got a whole gang of the toughest badasses around with no fear and a bone to pick with her. So let her come! We'll kick her ass so hard, she'll wish she was dead!" Not waiting for the young man to reply, the other kidnapper put a gag in his mouth, preventing him from warning whoever he thought was coming to save him about the trap these guys had in store for her.