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"You’re sure this is going to work, Frank? You’re sure?"

"Oh shut your mouth and stop bellyaching. It’s gone just like I said it would so far, hasn’t it? Grabbing this guy was a piece of cake, and that was the hard part. They’ll cough up that file pretty damn quick once they see that we’ve got golden boy. And once we have that info we’re safe. They won’t dare go after us. The fucking idiots don’t know what they’ve got, but we know what’s in that file, don’t we Nicky? And once we have our hands on the file, we’ll have some fun with golden boy. That will be an added bonus, won’t it, Nicky? "

"Yeah, yeah, Frank, we sure do know what’s on that file! We’re going to be rich, aren’t we? And yeah, I wanna have some fun with the lawyer – I never get anything cute like him. "

Kyle decided that it was time to stop playing possum. He had heard enough. Piece of cake indeed! It might have been a piece of cake for these two goons, but he could still feel the pain radiating from his groin where one of them had kneed him, and he his head was still aching from the pistol whipping he had received. Sure it had been easy for them! Two big beefy goons armed with concealed itemss jumping an innocent, unsuspecting lawyer. THEY hadn’t been trussed up, gagged, blindfolded and stuffed into the trunk of a car, wrapped up in a smelly old blanket. No, it was Kyle who had suffered such indignities. Now he here was, tied to a chair, still gagged and blindfolded, at the mercy of these two, who were after some kind of file. It was time to make his presence known.

"MMMMPHHHHMMM? GGGMEXCUSEMMEEE?"

"Hey, Frank, the lawyer is awake. What are we going to do now? Huh?"

Just cool it, Nicky. You let me take care of everything."

"Welcome back, Mr. Lawson. I was starting to wonder if that little love tap I had given you might have been a bit too hard. It’s good to see that you’re awake. Now we can get down to business."

LOVE TAP, Kyle thought indignantly. The idiot had practically fractured his skull! He would sue his ass when he got out of this mess. Assault, battery, unlawful confinement – the list just went on and on.

"You listen to me very carefully, Mr. Lawson. Your firm has something that we want, and we have something that they want. YOU! So we’re going to do a little trade. Your company gives us the file, and they get you back in return. How does that sound to you?"

Yeah, right, Kyle thought. These goons want some nameless file, one of possibly thousands we have, and they’ll let me loose. I notice that he left out the part about having fun with me.

"GGGMMMWHATMMFILE? "

"Don’t play cute with me, you dumb fuck. You know exactly what file we want!"

Kyle rolled his eyes behind his tape blindfold. This was just his luck – to get XXXX by two fools who were obviously missing a few bricks from their load. He just hated dealing with amateurs. His mind was racing over any recent business the firm had picked up that might possibly interest these two. He came up with a blank. Nothing. Zilch. A bit fat zero.

"GGGUKNOWMMMNNNOOIDEAMTALKINGMBOUT!"

"Sure you don’t! Who the fuck do you think you’re dealing with? I’m not stupid. You legal guys are all the same; a bunch of slimy bastards. Well, we’re gonna get what we want, or your boss is going to start get little bits and pieces of you in the mail. An ear here, a toe there. So you better hope and pray that he gives us that file."

"MMMWWWHHHHAAATTTFILE?’

"Ah, shut up. You got the note, Nicky?"

"Yeah, here it is, Frank. It’s a good note, isn’t it?"

"Nicky, not the FLY! The file! F-I-L-E."

"Ooops, sorry, Frank. I’ll make a new one."

"Never mind. I’ll do it."

"Say cheese, Mr. Lawson. That’s right, give us a big smile. Hahahaha. "

"Frank, Frank! Take one of me with the XXXX against his head. That’ll really scare them, won’t it, Frank?’

"Yeah, that’s a good idea, Nicky. "

Kyle gulped as he felt something hard and cold pressed against his temple. That was all he needed, a XXXX in the hands of the dimwitted one. He just hoped that this Nicky didn’t get too excited and pull the trigger by mistake.

"There, these pictures are real beauties. I’ll just download and send them off to your boss, along with a nice little message. We should get what we want real soon, and then your firm will get their golden boy back again. More or less in one piece. "

Kyle shuffled in the chair. Hours had passed, and his butt was getting sore from sitting on the hard seat. He tested the ropes that bound him to the chair. They were still tight, but he could feel a little give in the ropes around his ankles. He had been wiggling around as much as he could, trying to keep the circulation flowing. In the meantime he had been listening to the moronic flow of chitchat between his two captors, and to the sounds outside of the building in which he was being held. He knew, within a block, where he was. The clanging of the bells of Old St. Mary were unmistakable. He was probably on Newport St. , in the one of the rundown old houses that hadn’t yet been renovated. If he only he could get free of these ropes, help was just steps away. Typical of these yahoos to have a hideout just a block away from a police station!

"How’s it going, Lawson? We haven’t heard a peep from your firm yet. You better hope that they deliver pretty soon, or I’m going to have start sharpening my knife. Whaddya think about that?"

"GGGMFUCKUGGMMDIMWIT! GUMMURRDUMBMMBUDDYTOO!"

"What are you saying, you sack of legal shit? You say that to me again, buddy!

"OUCH!"

Kyle yelped as the tape was ripped off. That hurt! It felt as if half the hair from the XXXXe of his neck had been torn out. But his gagged taunting had had the desired effect. His mouth was free! He couldn’t believe that this bozo could be so dumb. Kyle tried to get the saliva flowing again, as he worked his stiff jaw. This opportunity couldn’t be missed. He took a deep breath.

"HELP ME! SOMEBODY, HELP MPPPPPHHHHHH!"

" You dumb shit, you are in such big trouble. You’re going to be real sorry you did that."

Kyle mumbled behind the big, meaty hand that was clamped over his mouth. His teeth found flesh, and he bit down as hard as he could. He gave a sigh of relief as the hand was removed, a sigh of relief that was cut short as something hard, metallic and greasy was shoved into his mouth.

"Yeah, suck on that, golden boy. Take it down real deep – it’s gonna be good practice for you. Believe me, you’re gonna have something a lot bigger and a lot harder shoved down your throat before long, because of that stupid stunt. Maybe I should XXXX all of your teeth out right now, and do you a favour. Nah, MS-13 will pay good money for you in one piece. They’ll use you until you’re just a piece of raw meat. Fuck your firm – they won’t get their golden boy back until he’s be turned into a cheap crack whore."

Kyle gurgled around the XXXX that was stuck down his throat. Hmm, perhaps he wasn’t so smart after all. He XXXXd and sputtered as the XXXX was pulled out of his mouth. Before he could say anything else, more tape was wrapped around his head. He sobbed in pain as his hair was grabbed and his head was pulled back. He felt something strike his temple and stars exploded in front of his taped eyes.

Kyle shook his head and groaned. Getting whacked in the head twice in one day was not going to do his brain one bit of good. He tilted his head to one side, trying to catch the conversation in the next room.

"Yeah, yeah, a real prime piece of Anglo meat. Real hot, and probably still a cherry. Yeah, yeah, OK. We’ll meet you in ten. Nah, don’t worry. He’s still out of it. He isn’t going anywhere. Yeah, yeah, sure. Once we come to terms, you get to sample the merchandise. Cool, Jesus, see ya in a bit."

Kyle let his head slump back down on his chest. These two-bit goons were going to sell him to a gang! He wondered what had happened to the file that they had been so excited about it. They were so dumb that they hadn’t figured out that if they got rid of their bargaining chip, they weren’t going to get what they wanted. But that was the least of his worries right now. He pretended to be XXXX as he heard the floorboards squeaking. He stayed XXXX as he his cheeks were slapped.

"Yep, still XXXX like a baby, Nicky. Let’s go meet Jesus and his boys. We’ll come back here and have a party."

Kyle heard the door slam shut. He started straining against the ropes that held him captive. He rocked back and forth, trying to produce some slack in the ropes around his chest. He felt the chair start to tip over.

"MMOHFUCK!"

Kyle lay stunned, the fall making his head ache even more. Then he noticed that the rope around one ankle was loose. Hmm, if he could just get his feet free he could still get out of here. The chair he was tied to was flims; if necessary he could walk out of here with the chair still tied to his back.

Fear gave Kyle strength. His two captors might be a couple of dimwitted morons, but he knew about MS-13, and he didn’t want to make the acquaintance of any of their members. They hated cops the most, and then lawyers. He had to get out of here before they arrived. He shuddered as he thought of what they would do to him.

One ankle was almost free! Alleluia! Now he had to get the other foot loose. He wriggled like a mad man, feeling the sweat soaking into his shirt. He managed to grab the rope that encircled his thighs. He must have loosened an important knot, because he could feel a lot of slack in that rope, too. Thank God the goons hadn’t tied his hands behind his back! Working feverishly, Kyle got his feet and thighs completely free. Now came the fun part. Would he able to get to his feet from this awkward position? Using all of his strength, he managed to turn himself over. If he could get to his knees he had a chance. Success!

Kyle staggered to his feet, his upper body still tied to the chair. He knew the layout of these old houses. He turned towards the sound of the traffic and tottered forward. He found the door, and tried to maneuver his body so that his hands could reach the doorknob. He almost wept in frustration as his numb and sweaty hands found the knob, but couldn’t grasp it. He tried again and again, and finally succeeded. Luck was on his side. The idiots hadn’t even bothered locking the door. He staggered onto the front stoop, hearing the exclamations of passers by. He was safe!

THE END

Kyle played by Steve

Photography by Caitiff

Date of Production: 3/5/2000