I was walking home, dark streets lit only by the dull flickering streetlights. I know what youre thinking. "Wow this is how you get kidnapped" and youre right except im the one kidnapping. I had the young boy held in front of me, gun pressed to his back as i led him blindfolded to my secluded apartment.
He was the perfect victim. Scars on his wrists prove he has little self worth. So emotional manipulation will be easy. Break him down and build him back up to love me. He was thin, malnourished really. so grabbing him was easy.
His perfect blue eyes held the weight of his life and were drifting off to sleep in the abandoned subway station. By the time he realized what was going on i already had him up with the gun pressed to his back.
The kid was scared out of his mind and i felt bad for him. Ha no i didnt. He's just some punk kid who is tired of responsibilities and has a future in a dead end job and divorce. At least thats how most people turn out.
When we get to my house i tie him to the chair. I grab his wallet from his front pocket and check it for any indication of this boy being important. Nothing just an ID card saying his name, Phillip Lester, And his age,25. He is 4 years older than me? How hes so small. It doesnt matter much to me its just shocking. Now that I have him though he is under my control and in a month he wont remember anything but my face.
I look at him with an apologetic expression and whisper,
"I'm so sorry, Phillip, I dont want him to hurt you but he has control."
He sputters out fearful statements before i tape his mouth shut and mumble a fake apology before leaving the room. I go to the room right next to it and get my supplies and suit. When torturing him I will wear a mask, baggy clothes, contacts and different cologne. he wont recognize me and thats part of my game.
I enter with my cart in my new clothes and phil's head pops up. I chuckle at the look of fear on his face. I know he doesnt know im the same person but god when he finds out... I shake the thoughts from my head and set my things out. I will start light today, just some burning.
I take my iron rod and hold a torch up to it. Tears form in his eyes and he tries to wiggle out of the chair. I punish him by smacking him inthe head and saying in a low gravely voice,
"Stay put you little fuck."
He stops moving instantly.
This is a little too easy for my liking. I take the red rod and move it to his arm. muffled screams come from him when it gets near him. He is seriously pissinmg me off with how loud he is but it also makes it so much more fun. I take the tape off his mouth so i can hear his screaming. When I touch the rod to his arm he shreiks in agony. I love the sound. I had no idea he would sound so perfect.
Too bad I'm going to break him.
