Author's Note: This story is completely fictional and did not happen. All characters and names are fictional and were made up.
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London, England
The drug induced slumber lasted over twelve hours for Luke. After Jennifer had left him to the goons who had made a deal, he was escorted to a secret location among a warehouse in London. They threw him in the back of a van before making the long drive out. The drug sleep lasted so long, as his body had to be moved inside of the warehouse where he would remain hostage. During the slumber, Luke had odd dreams witnessing himself trapped in some maze while running from away from a giant ball. On the walls in the dream was a number written in pink lipstick various times: xxx-xxx-xxxx. It was the cellphone number he had memorized in the day leading up the events of meeting with Jennifer.
Within the dreams, Luke saw himself confronted by two women: Lucy Pinder and Jennifer Ellison. The thoughts of his betrayal and cheating on Lucy were already in his conscious. The events of yesterday created a tremulous situation, one that would come with many consequences. He had cheated on Lucy with Jennifer, sparking the old flame as he allowed his former lover to seduce him. At the same time, he had not a clue what was going in the awakened world. He had been stripped of his jacket and tied up to a chair with his hands cuffed behind his back. By the time he began to awaken, a blurry vision was caught in his eye sights while he gazed forward at what appeared to be a tall older man standing and wearing a dark green suit. With a smug grin, the older man began to speak.
"Wakey, wakey dear boy..."
As Luke came to his senses, he felt the restraints over his wrists and then looked down, realizing that a brown rope was tied over his chest and he was bound to a chair. His ankles were tied to the front legs of the chair, forcing him immobile completely by restraints.
"Remember me?"
The old man was none other than Malcolm Green standing before him. The same man who offered Luke and his best friend Peter a business opportunity in Ibiza back a few months ago. The older man shoved his hands in his pockets, appearing pleased at the situation. Behind him stood two tall men in suits. Luke finally came to his senses from awakening and blurting out.
"What the fuck is this!? Where am I and who the fuck are you!?"
"You must be slow when you first wake up, my boy. You don't remember me? I'm Malcolm Green, we had a meeting not that long ago..."
Suddenly, Luke caught the old man in his memory and snapped awake.
"Oh...It's you! You're that old guy who works for that fucking rich kid."
"You've caused a lot of trouble lately for that 'rich kid' so to speak. Nigel Taylor says hello!"
"What is this and how the hell did I end up here!?"
"Oh, you forget, don't you? You just couldn't help but be seduced by an old friend of yours. Women truly are your weakness, I have heard, Mr. Evans."
Luke's eyes wandered around the room. It appeared to be a warehouse of some sort, loaded with crates and materials throughout the building. A table across from the chair had his jacket and all of his accessories from within neatly arranged on the table. He could've easily guessed that the goons had went through his cellphone. The old man continued speaking to him, despite Luke's attention waning to other things. He didn't listen to the muttering words, paying it no attention as he went over the current situation in his mind. Was this all a set up to keep him hostage? Or was it worse and would end with death? Fear was beginning to settle with his stomach.
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Two days had passed since Lucy Pinder last heard a word from her boyfriend Luke. It appeared that he had gone missing when she was expecting him to return back to the hotel. She wasn't worried at first until midnight had passed yesterday and calling his phone went straight to voice mail. She left text messages, numerous calls trying to reach him. After forty eight hours, she definitely feared for the worst at this point. She tried to call Michelle, thinking perhaps he talked to her. Lucy had remembered her last conversation with Luke was giving him Michelle's new cell phone number. Her friend had not spoken to him, leaving Lucy wondering what to do next.
After taking a quick shower, she made herself breakfast while sending a text message to Peter. He was Luke's best friend after all, but even Peter was surprised at Luke's disappearance and had not the slightest clue of his whereabouts. The most Lucy could do was continue texting and calling his cellphone, hoping that eventually he would answer and let her know what was going on. Lucy wouldn't know what could've possibly happened to Luke. Peter offered no suggestions whatsoever. He simply vanished almost in thin air it seemed. While she sat and ate her breakfast, she kept the phone on the table hoping for it to begin ringing at any moment.
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2 HOURS LATER
"Oh-"
"Take that, you stupid fucking piece of shit!"
A fist slammed into Luke's stomach as he cried out in pain. He had been moved from the chair, handcuffed to a chain that was attached to the ceiling. As he dangled there, his body moving with each punch. The other thug came forward, rearing his fist back before slamming it into Luke's left eye. Then another punch came from the opposite man, again in the gut. With yet another punch to his face, blood flew out of his mouth and onto the floor. In the distance, Malcolm stood in arrogant triumph as he watched Luke take the beating. Over and over, the men would rear their fists back and deliver blows into his face and his chest. After a bit of time, Malcolm snapped his fingers to take a break.
"Alright, alright. That's enough for now, let him breath."
