Apex (poly)

Abducted

Ursi took the bike off his shoulder and put it on the ground. He straddled the seat and turned his face up closing his eyes. He took a few moments to enjoy the sun kissing his skin and the gentle spring breeze. He put his shades on over his glasses and adjusted his bag. He put his headphones in after pushing play on his phone and stuffing it in his pocket. Checking the intersection making sure it was clear, he then peddled across.

He waved to the mailman and old lady Darby as he passed them in the bike lane. The cherry blossoms peppered the ground as he cut through the park headed towards his campus. There were a few joggers out wearing hoodies that moved over and waved as he passed them on the sidewalk. He began reviewing the study guide questions for his 8 a.m. Human Behavior class.

He had to take a slight detour from his normal route that lead to a tunnel. He was so engrossed in thought, he didn't notice the two men standing on the either side of the entrance or the two at the other end until he was knocked off his bike. The sudden force from the side knocked him into a railing that caught him in the ribs. He clutched his side, groaning in pain. What happened? Was he hit by a car? There was no way. What the fuck was a car doing in here?

He got on his knees still holding his side and looked around. He saw two men approaching him from either end of the tunnel. Each was dressed in black with hoodies covering their faces. His eyes grew wide. Was this a gang? Was he being mugged?

"I-I don't have any money on me."

Their laughter echoed off the tunnel walls. A black van appeared at the end of the tunnel.

"Oh, Ursi. We don't want your money."

How does he know my name? Ursi rose to his feet. "What do you want?" He felt a sting in his neck. He shook his head as his vision started to blur. He felt his body growing heavy and he sank to his knees before falling on his side. Black boots came into view. His eyes began to close.

"We want your body."

When Ursi came to, he was lying face down on a mattress. He felt a little groggy as if he couldn't wake up. He shook his head trying to clear the cobwebs and sat up. He looked around the room but everything was out of focus. He realized he didn't have his glasses. He winced in pain as he pushed himself up and rose to his feet. His mind began racing trying to figure out what happened to him. As his mind fully awoke, his eyes grew wide.

I've been kidnapped by those guys in the park.

He looked down at himself and noticed he had been changed into white drawstring pants and a white tshirt. He was barefoot and there was nothing else in the room except the mattress and a door. There was a silver toiledt and sink in the corneer.

He began pacing his cell. Why am I here? Who were those men? How did they know who I was? How did they know I'd be there? Dozens of scenariors and questions cycled around his head. There was suddenly a knocke on the door then the sound of a key turning in a lock. Ursi stopped pacing and stood rigid.

Three men entered. They all towered over Ursi's 5'4 frame. Ursi estimated they were each at least 6'3+. One was a combination of muscles and fat. He was bald and his blue eyes were cold as ice. Another was slightly less fat and more muscle but lean. He was light brown haired with piercing dark brown eyes. The last was platinum blonde with a thin frame. He had a smug look plastered on his face as he looked down at Ursi.

"I told you he was perfect, Dr. Neeson," blondie snickered.

Ursi shivered and took a step back. He was the man that spoke to him as he lost consciousness in the tunnels. Dr. Neeson looked Ursi over from head to toe with his piercing brown eyes. Ursi felt as if he was naked and unconsciously folded his arms over his chest.

He smiled. "He is indeed. You did excellent in finding our final sub."

Sub? What the hell?

"Now that the job is done, how bout that payment?"

Dr. Neeson's smile widened. "Come with me to my office. We'll settle." He turned to chubby muscle. "Imanuel, bring our pet to the exam room."

Imanuel stepped towards Ursi. "Let's go, pretty."

Ursi stepped out of his reach. "Don't touch me, bitch!" He yelled. "Who the fuck are you people and why am I here?"  He was nobody's sub, pet, or anything else.

"I suggest you don't fight Imanuel," Dr. Neeson warned.

Ursi was livid.  "Fuck him and you! Where am I? You can't just go snatching people off the street!"

"He's feisty, Doc." Blondie patted the older man's shoulder. "Good luck."

Dr. Neeson rolled his eyes. "Imanuel, deal with that midget."

"Midget!?" Not that he had a Napolean Complex, but Ursi hated being made fun of for his larger than life short stature. "I'll kill you!" He threw a punch at Imanuel but the larger man effortlessly blocked it and uppercut him in his gut. The air was knocked out of him and he crumpled to the floor in the fetal position. He thought he saw black dots dancing before his eyes before he was roughly brought to his feet and dragged out of the room.

He was taken down a hall with four doors on each side. At the end of it, Dr. Neeson slid his badge across a card reader and the door clicked open. Ursi was shoved through and taken down two flihts of metal stairs. Dr.Neeson opend another door and they went down a bright white hall. It reminded Ursi of Mercy Medical Center wehre he spent many evenings with his grandmother. There were only two doors both steely grey like the others. Dr. Neeson pulled out a key and opened the door. Imanuel shoved him inside and pushed him towards a retro powder blue colored exam table.

"On the table please."

"For what?"  Ursi crossed his arms.

"I have to give you a physical and take some measurements."

"Drop dead," Ursi seethed.  "I'm not doing anything."

Dr. Neeson looked up with a bored expression. "Do I have to keep siccing Imanuel on you?"

Ursi looked at Imanuel who smiled with all the kindness of a pitbull going after a rabbit. Not wanting anymore bruises, he scrambled up onto the table. Imanuel strapped his wrists and ankles down and he looked up at the ceiling. Neeson finished on his laptop then walked over with blondie beside him holding a clipboard. He began doing a physical on Ursi taking his blood pressure, temperature, pulse oximetry. Then he listened to Ursi's heart and lungs, reflexes, felt his abdomen and pelvis, and range of movement.

Ursi was then unstrapped and told to strip. He went ballistic and was hit again and three guards called when Neeson tried to touch his body and he kicked the intrusive doctor in the face. In the end, he was held in place, screaming with tears coursing down his cheeks as his entire body was touched, poked, and squeezed.

How could they do this to him? He was just minding his own business. He never bothered anyone. If anything, he did his best to avoid trouble and drawing attention to himself. He was quiet and passive. Live and let live. So why was so much bad happening so him on a day that started out so good? Why? Humiliated, scared, and feeling weak, Ursi allowed his eyes to close and blocked out the world around him.