Part 1: Captured
James was always a weird guy, kind of the loner gothic type, and everyone thought he was pretty much insane, but it was only the image he prjected. A lot of people feared him, others thought he was just some little freak to pour their derision upon. James stood at 5' 5" and was, well, a thin pale Goth boy... hardly dangerous of body, only of mind.
It so happened that one Wednesday night at the street faire, James was sitting back enjoying a clove and watching people as they passed him quickly by, and he found himself approached by several large men, intent on hassling and making fun of him. They shoved him against the wall and insulted him for a while, all he did was watch them until one of them pulled a knife out. James lashed out and dug his nails deeply into the guys wrist, drawing blood and making him drop the knife. The whole group of them backed off a bit and James ran as soon as he got the chance, getting himself home.
When he woke up to his usual alarm of loud industrial music, he found himself unable to move. His eyes snapped open and he saw that he'd been tied tightly down to the bed, arms and legs spread wide. The men from the night before all in his room, the one with a now bandaged wrist playing with a knife rose to his feet "so the freak finally woke up eh? feeling allright?"
James snarled at them and struggled against his bonds "let me the fuck go!"