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Jamie whimpered as he was pulled down into a basement. His hands were being held tightly behind his back and a large hand was clapped over his mouth, keeping him from screaming out. The man holding him was his teacher, Mr. Emmerson, and an hour ago, Jamie would never have seen himself in this sort of position.

He had been waiting after class to talk to Mrs. Kinley about a project, and while he had been passing Mr. Emmerson’s office, he had seen him making a pass at one of the girl’s in the class who had seemingly stayed late. Mr. Emmerson’s eye had caught Jamie’s, and before he had a chance to get out of there, Mr. Emmerson had told the girl to leave and had asked Jamie to walk to his car with him, claiming that he wanted to explain that what Jamie had seen wasn’t what he had thought.

However, there had been very little explaining, and without any warning, Mr. Emmerson had grabbed Jamie and thrown him into the trunk of his car, driving off with the boy weakly crying for help, banging his fists against the top of the trunk. Now he had been pulled from the trunk and dragged into a windowless cellar. Mr. Emmerson threw Jamie roughly to the floor and closed the door, locking it behind him.

“Please,” Jamie whispered, sitting up and scooting backwards, trying to get away from the teacher. “Please, just let me go, I promise I won’t tell anyone what I saw!” He sniffled, quiet tears rolling from his wide brown eyes, staining his cheeks.

“You’re right, you’re not gonna tell anyone anything, Jamie.” The man walked over to him, grabbing a fistful of the boy’s shaggy blond hair and yanking tight. “You’re not going anywhere.”

Jamie cried out as his hair was pulled, more tears spilling from his eyes. He tried to struggle, but the grip on his hair was painful, greatly restricting him. He whimpered, trying to calm himself as best he could, though it wasn’t working very well.

“Please,” he begged. “Don’t do this to me! Let me go, I swear to god I won’t tell anyone anything about this or anything else!” He looked up at his teacher, his eyes full of fear.

“I’m sorry, Jamie.” Mr. Emmerson spoke with a tone that indicated he wasn’t really sorry at all. “But you’re going to have to stay here with me until I can think up something else…if I think up something else. I can’t have you wandering free, not knowing what you know.”

Mr. Emmerson’s words terrified Jamie, and as the man let go of his hair, he found himself unable to move, petrified with fear, quiet tears slipping down his already wet cheeks. Mr. Emmerson moved away from Jamie for a moment, returning with a large bag. He turned bag over, dumping the contents out with a loud clatter. Several lengths of chain of varying thicknesses and size fell to the concrete floor along with multiple padlocks. Jamie’s eyes widened and he tried to back away, but the man grabbed him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked, laughing as he grabbed Jamie’s wrists, yanking them behind his back once again.

“You don’t have to do this!” Jamie pleaded. “Really, I won’t talk, I swear to god!”

Mr. Emmerson ignored Jamie, crossing his wrists before wrapping a length of chain around them four times. He pulled the chain tight before padlocking it tightly. Jamie whimpered as the chains dug into his skin, and he tried to struggle, to kick his captor, but again, his attempts were useless. He was too shaken and weak to do much good, and Mr. Emmerson had no trouble at all grabbing his ankles, wrapping them in chains and padlocking them just as he had his ankles.

With the boy’s ankles and wrists bound, the teacher was confident that his captive was going nowhere, so he began to slow down. He carefully selected a length of chain and began wrapping it around Jamie’s shins, just below his kneecaps. Once he padlocked the chain around Jamie’s shins, he preformed the same action with the boy’s thighs. He then selected a longer length of chain and wrapped it around the boy’s torso several times, pinning his arms to his chest.

“Please,” Jamie begged yet again. “Y-you’re hurting me!”

“Do I look like I care?” Mr. Emmerson growled. He locked the chain around the boy’s torso and grabbed him by his hair again, pulling him to his feet. He dragged the boy backwards towards one of the beams supporting the room, and XXXX Jamie to his knees. He took a fairly short length of chain and ran it through the padlock securing the boy’s ankles before looping it around the beam and locking it, securing the boy’s ankles to the post. He then grabbed a long, thick length of chain and XXXX Jamie’s back up against the beam. He wrapped the chain around the boy’s chest and stomach seven times, securing the boy tightly to the beam, before locking off the ends of the chain.

“Why are you doing this?” Jamie looked up at his teacher, wriggling against the restraints. He was held fast, and his shoulders were moving just barely as he struggled. Tears stained his cheeks as he continued to cry. He hated how weak he felt, but he had no way of pulling free, and he knew it. The chains were incredibly painful, and he knew that the pressure on his knees was really going to hurt soon. He was sure that, once he got free…if that ever happened, he would be bruised all over. His only hope was to gain favor with his teacher and manage to get free.

“I’m doing this because of what you say,” Mr. Emmerson stated, his voice irritable. “You know that, and it’s time for you to obey, do you hear me?”

“Please!” Jamie begged again. “Let me go!”

“Alright, I’ve had enough of your begging.” Mr. Emmerson stood, returning a second later with a clean, thick, black rag. He ran the rag through the boy’s mouth and tied it tightly behind his head. “That contrasts nicely with your hair,” he teased, looking at his captive. He held up a roll of tape, looking at Jamie. “If you make a racket, this goes over the rag, do you understand?”

Jamie whimpered, but nodded. He wasn’t going anywhere, and crying out would get him nowhere. He looked down, tears still falling, trying to forget both the way the gag pulled at the corners of his mouth and the way the chains were digging into his skin.

“You’re mine now, Jamie.” Mr. Emmerson dropped the tape, placing his hand on the boy’s cheek. “Enjoy your stay.” With that, he stood up and shut the light off, leaving Jamie alone, bound, gagged and crying, in the pitch black room.

The End?

Model: ZackT

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 3-30-2011