January 10th: Cards - 300 words - Someone loses a character in a card game.
Warnings: Mention of sex-slavery. "Kidnapped" Tony.
Fandom: NCIS!
Disclaimer: I do not own NCIS!
High Stakes
The money exchanged hands before the ink was dry and the next thing he knew, Tony was being hauled off to a back room.
Gibbs stared at the two men who seemed pleased that Tony was now in the stakes, well he was going to crush their little dreams. He just had to be damn sure that he would win. They were undercover trying to crack an illegal gambling and slave trading ring. Gibbs was undercover as a rich gambler and Tony was supposed to be a worker, hired through the first guy they caught. He gave Tony the reference and his job was to keep drinks well stocked and the customers happy, that is until it seemed the men had taken a special interest in him.
The owner of the club where the gambling ring was run out of didn't give a second thought. He had his "security" hustle Tony to the back and the announcement was made. In game three, the winner would be the new owner of one Tony Diriver.
He couldn't blow the operation so he sat and gambled, his mind on Tony and what they were doing to him.
Game three rolled around and Gibbs forced his way to a seat at the table. He would win, he'd been playing cards since he was a kid.
Tony was terrified when Rex pushed him into the small room. He heard the men arguing over him and he groaned. Why did it always have to be him!?
Before he had a chance to even look around the owner, Matthew Cane entered and locked the door behind him. He dropped his bag he was carrying and sat down in a plush chair.
"Strip and sit down." The big man ordered and Tony felt his stomach drop into the ground. When Tony made no move as he spoke again. "Do I need to bring Rex and have him give you something to make you more compliant?"
Tony really didn't want to be drugged and eventually stripped down to his underwear, refusing to take them off.
It didn't seem to him that Matthew cared as he swished his hand and repeated the order to 'sit.'
There was no other chair in the room, the only thing he could sit on was the bed and he forced himself to sit.
"You will behave and obey your new owner. If I hear of any disobedience, you will live to regret it. Do you understand me?" Tony was instantly reminded of their victim, face smashed in with a hammer, needle marks up and down his arms and welts the size of plates. He quietly nodded.
Matthew stood up and Tony hoped he was leaving. His hopes died when he rummaged in the bag, pulling out cuffs and rope. "Let's make sure that you do." Matthew advanced and pushed him down on the bed.
The room was dark when Gibbs entered. The game came close, with him winning at the last second. Matthew had directed him this way and that his prize was waiting for him.
Gibbs flicked the light on and saw red. His agent was tied to the bed posts, cuffs forcing his hands up with a leather ball gag snug securely around his head. The only thing saving his dignity was the sheet covering his hips and groin.
Tony refused to look up, afraid that it was his new 'master', and was startled when he heard a strained 'DiNozzo'. He tried to talk but was quickly reminded of his situation when his words came out muffled.
"It's okay Tony, you're safe now. The team are out front raiding the place. You're mine tonight." Gibbs undid the rope, cuffs and gag, then took off his coat to cover Tony with the warm clothing before ushering him out of the room.
There were steaks and Bourbon waiting for them.