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Leo was tinkering with the car the Feds gave him. It needed a lot of work, but that was his hobby. He would make it like new – new like everything else: New House, new car, new name, and new social security number. All perfectly safe they said. Even his testimony would be in secret, sealed forever in the greatest racketeering trail in history: the ripping off of every driver in the country! Leo had done all the transfers, millions of dollars stolen and transferred around the world. He would testify tomorrow. He looked at the engine: “Sweetheart,” he spoke aloud, when he heard the click of a trigger coked and aimed at him.

“Do not fuckin move!”

Leo stared at the thugs, three of them, holding concealed items with silencers. One was barking orders – “search the house, if anybody else is upstairs, deal with them. Look for any evidence he might have.” One of the goons went upstairs while the other faced the terrified witness: “Loose the shirt. It will make a nice gag!”

“Gag? What do you mean….”

Leo’s words were interrupted as the second goon pulled his shirt over his head, body slammed him against the car, crossed his wrists and bound them with rope. Taking his tank top, he tightly gagged him. Leo was trembling with fear as he watched them both remove more rope from a sack. The third returned carrying Leo’s laptop and Blackberry. “We’ll take these. Make sure he is bound good and tight!”

There was nothing Leo could do as his biceps were circled with rope and his arms lashed to his sides. They yanked the ropes tighter with each turn. He felt his arms numbing up and the rope burning his chest, arms and back. Quickly they moved to his legs and bound his knees and feet, making him stand as they checked files in his computer. “What’s the password for the WORD file?” Leo shook his head. They slammed him in his gut, knocking the bound man into a chair. “THE FUCKING PASSWORD?” One produced a edge and put the tip on their Leo’s chest—“OR I SLICE YOU TO BITS!” Leo mumbled and the gag was removed. “EXXONMOBILE!” he screamed out before the gag was replaced. The gangsters typed in the password and opened files containing millions of price fixing at the pump that Leo has transferred from every gas station in the United States. “The boss can fix this!” one said as the dumped the roped man into the car.

“Don’t need you anymore!” Leo was wide eyes as one turned the motor on. “Should take only an hour or so for the monoxide to finish you off. I understand it is painless!”

They left. Leo squirmed wildly, bucking like a bound animal to free himself from the rope restraints. He finally got the gag out and screamed. Nobody heard. He got the door open, fell to the floor, and rolled his body across the cement to a window. Using his bound feet, he smashed the glass and, ignoring the agony in his roped arms and hands, pushed himself up and breathed in the fresh air. There was no way he could untie himself. He would have to wait, standing in ropes, until the feds came to check on him.

“Fucking 24 hours from now!” he moaned.

The End

Leo played by Himself

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 07/25/2008