Drake was a humble mechanic. He started his day like any other.
Drake was trying to separate two pieces of metal and he reached in his back pocket for his handkerchief when he felt the metal around his wrist. "What the?!" The handcuffs snapped in place on both wrist.
Drake turned to face his ex. "Danny? What are you...?" He was dragged back and the handcuffs were attached to something.
Danny manipulated something and the handcuffs were been lifted until drake was bend over just slightly.
"Vincent isn't good for you drake."
"And you are?" Drake asked in a rather annoyed tone.
"Yes, I know you. I know what you like...what you desire..." he said running his finger down Drake's chest. "...but I've come here to talk."
"Okay, lets talk. But take this handcuffs off first!"
Danny laughed and he shook his head. "No, I think I want a more "captive" audience."
Drake sigh and he hung his head. "I'm listening..."
A smile crawled to Danny's face. "Like I said before my dear. ...