Click by Fidelis
34 photos
by Fidelis
Click, click, click. This was great. Good bye Lehigh, hello Pulitzer. These pictures were the final proof he needed that IsogenomedoTech was shipping defective and dangerous XXXXs to poor Third World countries, and making a healthy and illegal profit. This story was going to be huge. It was the big break that he had been looking for as an investigative reporter. He had been working on this story for months, and now all his hard work had finally paid off. Click, click, click. He had to make sure he got good pictures of the lot numbers, and the address of the final destination. Now if only he could find the bills of lading he would be……THUNK.
Brad had been so engrossed in his discovery that he hadn’t heard the footsteps of the hulking figure creeping up on him. The butt of the pistol made contact with the back of his head and he went down, out cold.
"Goddamned snooping fancy pants reporter. I guess he ain’t as smart as he thinks. He ain’t gonna be doing no more snooping. Not where he’s going. Gotta get him all packaged up for the trip. Where’s that tape."
"MMMMPHHHMMM." Oh, damn. What happened? Brad’s head felt like a train had hit it. He opened his eyes, and the room swam. He closed them again. Much better that way. Didn’t feel like puking with his eyes closed, and the room had stopped moving.. Much, much better with eyes closed. Mmmm, something wrong with his mouth. Oh, he felt sick. Go back to XXXX. Feel better when wake up.
"GGMMAAAGGGGHHHH!"
"Wakie, wakie, XXXX beauty. This ain’t no time for a XXXX. We gotta get you ready for a trip. A long, long trip. You won’t need no pictures to find out where those boxes are going – you’ll be going with them.
"MMMMNNOOPLEESHSHTOP."
If this guy didn’t take his hand away and stop shaking him, Brad knew that his head was going to fall off. He tried to stop him, and then realized that his hands were behind him. What was going on? He couldn’t talk either. Something sticky was wrapped around his mouth. He looked down and saw shiny green tape binding his knees together. More of it was around his chest! It dawned on Brad that he was in a rather sticky situation. If only this thug would stop shaking him and choking him, he might be able to think clearly.
"MMWHATMUDOING?"
Oh good, the thug had taken his hand off Brad’s throat. That was a lot better. Ooops. Maybe not. Brad gulped under his tape gag as the barrel of a rather large XXXX was shoved under his chin, pushing his head. He started sweating as he felt the cold metal of the XXXX caressing the soft flesh under his chin.
"Another peep out of you and I’ll blow your brains out. You understand? I said, do you understand?"
"MMMYETHYETH."
"Good. Now you stay there and don’t make a move. If I find you one inch away from where I’ve left you, you’ll be one sorry dude. Understand?"
The thug jabbed Brad harder with the XXXX, forcing his head back even farther.
"YETHYETHYETH."
The second the thug had left the cellar, Brad started plotting his escape. If that muscle-bound jerk thought that he was going to stay put, he had the brain the size of a pea. The thought of an unpleasant XXXX had suddenly made the pain in his head seem like a minor matter. Now….how to get out of this mess? That was the big question. He tested the tape that bound his wrists together. Tight, tight, tight. It seemed to be wrapped around AND in between his wrists. Not like the tape around his knees and ankles. He wriggled and pulled, but the tape didn’t budge an inch. Too early to give up yet. He would just have to find another way to get out of this mess. He didn’t fancy his chances of trying to hop out of here all taped up. It would be way too slow, and besides, if he ran into the Neanderthal on the way out, he didn’t like to think about what would happen. Probably not anything that Brad would enjoy.
Wait a minute. What was that over there, in that pile of wood? Brad squinted a bit as he peered across the cellar. Hallelujah! It WAS a knife, sticking up out of piece of wood. Now all he had to do was to get over to the knife, cut the tape that bound him, and get the hell out of here.
"MMMPHHH." Gee, this wasn’t as easy as it looked in the movies. Brad was making very slow progress as he took tiny little hops across the room. He had to be careful; if he went down, he might not be able to get up again. Plus, he didn’t want to damage his camera, which miraculously seemed undamaged. It looked as if Neanderthal hadn’t even touched it. The precious film with the incriminating pictures was still inside.
Ah, he had made it. Now came the tricky part. Cutting the tape without severing an artery. Brad slowly squatted down, looking over his shoulder as he felt around for the knife. Got it! Damn, it was pushed deep into that piece of wood. He tugged on it again. It came free. All he had to do now was to cut the tape, and get out of here before Neanderthal returned.
Ouch! Brad grunted under his gag as the point of the knife went through his shirt and pricked his arm. OK, try again. Come on, Brad, he told himself, you can do this. If only his hands weren’t so sweaty. All he needed was to get the knife under the tape and start sawing away at it and…BINGO! Brad felt the knife start sliding through the tape. It took time, but he finally managed to cut through the tape around his wrists. He was sweating bullets, waiting for Neanderthal and his XXXX to return. Once he got his hands free, it took him moments to cut through the rest of the tape. He ripped off the tape gag and bolted, his camera and its precious contents still safe.
Hello Pulitzer! Good bye, Lehigh!
THE END
Brad played by Matt
photography by Caitiff
Date of Production: 05/22/2003