Another Janto fic. A lot of angst/drama. Ianto is kidnapped. I have decided my update days for this fic will be every Saturday until further notice. Enjoy. ~
WARNINGS: Violence, mentions of sexual abuse, kidnapping, and torture.
DISCLAIMER: Character's belong to RTD.
Ianto shivered, the night air nipping through his clothes as he continued through the dark streets towards his apartment. He'd stayed late again, like usual, to pick up and do a bit of unfinished filing. He'd said a quick goodbye to Jack, eager to get home and sleep. He had pulled an all-nighter the night before and his body screamed for him to stop working. Thank god Jack hadn't noticed. He remembered the last time he'd pulled an all-nighter for, what Jack called 'stupid reasons', he'd sent him home.
Ianto pulled out his keys as he approached, entering the apartment building and climbing the stairs quietly. Keys still in hand, he unlocked the door and entered into his own, dark apartment. He gave a long sigh, hanging up his bag and taking off his coat, placing it on the hook beside of it. He paused, frowning as he looked around. There had been a noise. What of, he didn't know. Cautiously, he took out his stunner, wishing it was a gun, but continued on, peeking into the bedroom. It seemed to be empty and he turned away, only to be faced with three tall, built men. Without hesitance, he shot the stunner at the middle one, but it did little for him.
"Shit!" He muttered, backing up a little before darting around them and towards the kitchen. He managed to grab a knife from the drawer just as the men charged after him.
The tallest man easily got the knife from him and the two others grabbed him, holding him tightly by the arms. The tall on approached, a wicked grin on his face, and raised the knife. He didn't slash at Ianto, but lowered it, making an incision on Ianto's forearm, which arose a small grunt from him.
"Let's leave your little friends a message, shall we?" The man said in a low, bemused voice.
Ianto clenched his jaw as he watched him dip two fingers into the blood running down Ianto's arm, and as he walked to the wall, writing out a message in blood.
Ianto Jones will die if ransom is not met. Jack Harkness. You have 24 hours.
"What ransom? What do you want?" Ianto tried, but received a silencing punch go the stomach in answer.
Just as the pain faded, and he looked up again, a fist was closing in on his face and then there was darkness.
Please let me know how you liked it and review! A lot of Ianto bashing with pursue. Apologies in advance!