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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 18, 2012 21:48:09 GMT -5
Luc pulled away from the spot he was parked in, shifting in his seat. He turned the radio, and started flipping through his iPod. He drove to work slowly, hoping he got a call from Dyson soon. He honestly wished he could trade places with him. He would rather it be him than Dyson. But he didnt have the body he did either. He sighed, pulling into his parking spot.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 18, 2012 22:07:39 GMT -5
Dyson was led into a small abandoned shed, looked around. "Here."
He caught the wig, pulling his hair up into it. "Clothes off."
"I-" He gagged as he was struck across the face. "Now, dammit Dyson."
He slowly undressed, gasping as he was shoved towards the wall. "Arms." He felt the rope being wrapped over his wrists, up around his throat, the rough material finding his lips.
"Beautiful."
Dyson swallowed in disgust, gagging faintly as he was led to a beanbag chair and shoved down. "Leg here."
He whimpered at the touch between his legs, thrashing some.
"Relax, dumbass."
He glared. "Now, sexy pose, huh?"
A good hour of pictures and the rope was yanked down from his mouth. He coughed, spitting at he guy, and was kicked harshly in the stomach.
He dry heaved softly, felt hot lips along his jaw. "Come on." He was grabbed at, restrained from the ropes cutting against his wrists. "Stop," He begged. But it only made the guy do more.
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Dyson curled up on the floor, rope bloody from his wrists, cameras gone, as was his boss. He hurt beyond belief, couldn't stop shaking. It was either late or really early in the morning, it had been hours of torture was all he knew.
His wrist was nasty and swollen from trying to fight the guy off, body a bloody and beaten mess as usual. But everything was prominant and fresh, scratches from nails down his shoulders and back, jaw bruised from a harsh hit.
He fumbled with his phone, curling up as he pressed a hand to the bleeding gash along his bare inner thigh and up his pelvis, cutting scarily close to anything else there. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he waited for the phone to pick up. "Luc...c-...can you come get me?" He begged softly, didn't even know where his clothes were.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 18, 2012 22:20:11 GMT -5
Lucas was dead asleep at his desk when he heard his phone go off. He didnt realize it was his cell phone when he picked it up.
"Nn.. Tech support, Lucas speaking." He mumbled, rubbing at his eye. He heard a familiar voice on the other line, glanced at the clock to realize he was a half an hour over.
"Yeah, babe. I'll be there in a bit, okay?" He balanced his phone between his ear and shoulder, walking into the break room. He saw his boss had clocked him out, and that his body was horribly stiff.
"You want me to stay on the phone, babe?" He asked, walking out to his car.
"Hey, Lucas. I need help." A voice from the car next to him said.
"With what?" he asked, fumbling with his keys. He turned around, catching a glimpse at the fire crackers thrown at him. "Fuck." He groaned, jogging to the sidewalk just before they went off. "I didnt know it was the fucking fourth of July." He groaned, looking at the paint on his car before he got in.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 18, 2012 22:29:16 GMT -5
"I don't care," Dyson rasped. "Just-..." He coughed softly, dropping the phone, and picked it back up. "Sorry." He curled up. "Just hurry up, please..."
He listened to the commotion on the other end, stared down at the blood over his leg and hand. He sniffed softly, rubbing at his face. "'M in a shed near where you dropped me off..." He let out a shaky breath, gagged faintly.
He was bleeding a lot, closed his eyes as he trembled. The guy refused to even drug him, which honestly felt worse, being straight in the head. He shifted his weight some, eyeing the fifty dollars on the ground, half of what he got the night before. Sometimes he even went home with nothing but a dollar.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 18, 2012 22:39:24 GMT -5
"I'm hurrying, okay?" He started the car and pulled out the parking lot. He put the phone on speaker, setting it in his lap as he drove. He thought he had a change of clothes if Dyson needed them. "I'm like, five minutes away, okay?" He took a right to avoid a light, then another turn and realized he was there a lot faster than he thought. But he was half asleep. He got out, walking around until he found him. He ended the call, walking over to him to brush his hair back.
"You wanna go back to my place and shower?" He asked, stroking his cheek gently.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 18, 2012 23:21:19 GMT -5
"Okay..." Dyson kept quiet, but didn't hang up. When Luc came in, he looked up, nodded. "Please," He mumbled, getting slowly to his knees. He grimaced, huffed shakily, and gagged as his vision tunneled.
"Shit..." He groaned, leaning forward and holding his head. Blood was scabbed around both wrists, his leg and pelvis dripping blood. He grabbed the fifty and his phone, didn't bother stand. He shoved the thick rope aside, looking for his boxers at least.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 18, 2012 23:27:34 GMT -5
Luc patted his leg gently, jogging out to his car. He grabbed a pair of his jogging pants and ran back inside. He helped Dyson put them on, taking his phone and money from him. He shoved it in his pocket, then helped him slowly to his feet. He wrapped one of his arms around his shoulder, holding him gently by the waist. He didn't realize quite how heavy he was until now. He helped him slowly back to the car, and into the passanger side. He walked around the car and into the driver's seat. He started the car again, and drove back to his apartment. He parked in his spot, reaching over to stroke his cheek.
"Think you can make it?" He asked, then bit his lip, tears welling in his eyes.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 18, 2012 23:39:33 GMT -5
Dyson swallowed, following him quietly, trying to hold his own weight. He collapsed into the car, curling up in the seat, the pants clinging to his bloody legs.
He closed his eyes, teeth gritted, tears rolling silently down his cheeks.
When they pulled to a stop, he gazed over at Luc. "Yeah...s'okay..." His jaw trembled though and he looked away.
He was tired, but the pain was undescribable. He shuddered, yanking the car door open as he leaned over, throwing up onto the pavement.
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Post by lucas 'luc' cooper pike on Mar 18, 2012 23:43:59 GMT -5
Luc got out of the car, putting his keys in his pocket. He walked over and pushed his hair back, rubbing his back gently. He didn't have a queasy stomach, people throwing up never bothered him. But when it came to slimy things in his mouth, he would get horribly sick.
"How about we just get you to bed, okay? The shower can wait until the morning and you can at least stand, okay?" He played with his hand, laying his head on top of the car. He looked out at the parking lot, praying the foot ball players didn't figure out where he lived or he would be screwed. They already knew where he worked.
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Post by dyson montgomary shylk on Mar 18, 2012 23:51:10 GMT -5
Dyson just nodded, taking his hand and trying to get slowly to his feet, gripping the car in order to stay upright. He looked around, but at this rate didn't care who saw what.
His hair was a tangled mess from being grabbed at, and he could barely even see straight, being so dizzy. There was a forming bruise and rug rash from the rope being yanked tight all the way around his stomach and lower back, as well.
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