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Anton adjusted his cap, so it was at just the right angle. Oh yeah, he looked hot in his uniform. He straightened his tie and brushed a fleck of lint from the lapel of his jacket. He wanted to look his best when he left the Lower Slobovian embassy. The women in this town really seemed to like a man in uniform, and it didn’t hurt when he told that them that he was the Lower Slobovian military attache. He picked up his briefcase and left through the back door, making his way to his car. Damn, but the alley was dark. Why the hell didn’t someone replace that burned out light? This place was a bit spooky at the best of times, but it was a shortcut to his parking spot. What was that? Anton glanced over his shoulder. It was probably just a cat prowling through the garbage. Or maybe it was a big rat. Anton walked a bit faster. He could see the light at the end of the alley. He was just a few metres away from the busy street and the bright lights. It was Friday night and the place would be hopping. He could almost taste the vodka that he was intending on XXXX. Shit, but that must be a big rat scurrying through the trash. Anton turned to look again and saw stars floating in front of his eyes before everything turned black.

Anton groaned as he woke up. Oh, but his head hurt. He must have put away a lot of vodka to feel this lousy. He couldn’t even remember hitting the bars. This was the worst hangover he had ever had. He couldn’t even open his eyes – they felt all sticky and horrible. What the hell had he been up to last night? He had a horrible taste in his mouth too – he really needed a glass of water. He had to get up and get something to drink. Then he realized that he couldn’t move. His arms were pulled behind him, in a very uncomfortable position. The reason he couldn’t see anything was because something vile and sticky was covering his eyes. The same nasty stuff was pasted over his mouth. What was going on here?
"MMMMPHHHHH!!!! GGGMMMMGGHEEELP!"
"Oh, I see that XXXX beauty has finally woken up. It’s about time. I didn’t think that that little love tap would have put you out all night. Welcome back, soldier boy."

"GGGMWHEREGGMAMMMI? GGGOORMMU?"
Anton turned his head from side to side, trying to locate the source of the voice. He couldn’t see a thing with the tape covering his eyes. Whoever was speaking to him seemed to be moving around. The voice began speaking again, right in front of him.
"You want to see where you are? That’s reasonable enough."
"GGGGGGAAAAAOUUUCCCCCHHH!"
Anton howled as the tape was ripped from his eyes. It felt as if his eyebrows had been removed along with the tape. He blinked as he looked up at the burly figure in front of him.

"GGMIMDEMANDGGOOLEMMEGO! MGOTMMDIPLOMATICGGIMMUNITY!"
Anton gasped as the burly fellow grabbed him by the neck and squeezed hard.
"I know exactly who you are, pretty boy. Why do you think we grabbed you? Your country is being very recalcitrant regarding some rather delicate negotiations. We know that your father is the deputy Prime Minister. Once he sees the pictures of you, we feel certain that your country will see the wisdom of granting us what we want."
"GGMMMNEVER! GGGAAAHHHH!"

"Don’t make me hit you again. It would be a real pity to mar that pretty face of yours. We want to return you as good as new once our demands are made. Or almost as good as new. You do look rather fetching in that uniform of yours. I think that I’m going to start collecting on the fringe benefits of my job once we find out that we have been given what we’re asking for."
Anton shuddered as his captor stroked his cheek. What could he mean? What vile plans did this man have for him? As he watched the man stroking his bulging crotch, he had an inkling of what was in store for him.
"You just sit tight, while I got in contact with the team. I won’t be long."
Sit tight, Anton thought. Not bloody likely. He wasn’t going to sit around while his country was being blackmailed. Plus, the thought of being a fringe benefit for this guy didn’t appeal to him at all. He was going to escape! He was trained for this sort of thing!

Damn, but these ropes were tight. Some sort of devious American knots must have been used. Anton couldn’t get the rope to loosen at all. Never mind, there was a handy door across the room. He would just hop over there, open the door and get out that way. Even in America, surely someone would call the police when they saw a bound and gagged man in uniform hopping around.
Anton groaned in frustration. The door was locked! Either locked or stuck. He looked around the crumbling room in which he was imprisoned. It could be either – this place looked as if it had been abandoned for years. However, there was a window not far away, an open window! If he stuck his head out the window, someone would see him and rescue him!

Anton peered through the vine-covered window. There was no one in sight. No one to see his gagged face. He almost wept with despair.

"Where do you think that you’re going? I can’t have you escaping, that would spoil all of our plans. I can see that I have been too kind to you. That lovely face of yours has disarmed me. I must make sure that you are nice and secure. It looks as if the deal is almost done, and then…fringe benefit time!"
Anton felt most unwell. His fiendish captor had dragged him further back into the dilapidated house, and had indeed made him very secure. The rope around his neck was uncomfortably tight. Once he had been hung up, his taker had twirled him around a few times, warning him that if he tried to escape another time, he would be made even more uncomfortable. Anton didn’t care – the honour of his country and his own virtue were at stake. What was a little bit of discomfort compared to national pride? He was determined to get away, or at least to alert someone to his predicament. His hopping days were obviously over, but he could still cry out for help if only he could remove this wretched tape from his mouth. Ha, his captor wasn’t so smart after all! He hadn’t wrapped the tape all the way around Anton’s mouth! If he could just rub his head against this wood, he could loosen the tape and yell for help!

"GGMOUCCHH!" Oh, but that splinter driven into cheek was really most painful. But the pain was a small price to pay. The tape was almost loose. Just a little more friction, and …yes! His mouth was uncovered!
"HELP!!! SOMEONE HELP ME! I’VEE BEEN TAKEN!"
"Tsk, tsk, soldier boy. What did I tell you about trying to escape? But it doesn’t matter now. The negotiations were short and sweet, and we have what we wanted. Now, it’s time for me to collect my benefits. I’ve got a few hours yet before I drop you off. A few fun-filled hours!"

The End

Anton played by Antonio
Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 09/15/2015