A/N The next 2 chapters are pretty dark. I just wanted readers to be warned.

Drifting back to consciousness, Danny became aware he had a thumping headache. He couldn't remember the last time he had tied one on and had a hangover – unless it was that case where he had posed as a GI on leave – but he surely had a hangover now!

For a while, he drifted, trying to fall back asleep and hoping that when he woke his head would feel better, but other sensations were now impinging on his awareness and he gave up trying to sleep and concentrated on what his body was telling him. He forced his eyes open and saw that he was in a small room. A little light seeped in around the edges of a blackout curtain. The room was completely bare. Danny moved and found that his hands wouldn't do as he wanted. Glancing down, he realised with a flush of embarrassment that he was nude, apart from a wide leather belt fastened around his waist. His wrists were encased in broad, padded leather cuffs and padlocked to the belt. Similar broad cuffs were around his ankles and they were joined by a stiff piece of leather, effectively hobbling him. Jerking upright, Danny immediately became aware of the collar around his neck. He turned his aching, throbbing head and saw a chain leash leading from his collar to a stout ring embedded in the wall. The leash was padlocked to the ring.

Memory came trickling back and Danny remembered the sedative he'd been given, which probably accounted for the headache. Yuri! Yuri had done this to him! Danny's temper flared and he vowed that he would rip Yuri limb from limb when he got his hands on the man. He struggled against the confining leather, but he knew there was no way he would get free. The leather restraints were designed to stop violent patients hurting themselves and others and with his hands locked to his waist and already partially immobilised by bandages, there was no way he could get free.

As he took stock of his situation, thankful that the gag had gone, Danny's anger began to dissolve and fear crept in. Those other two cops had been killed. Had Yuri done it? Or was he working for someone else? Danny realised that his life expectancy was probably very short at best and felt his heart beat picking up. He really didn't want to die, but he could foresee no other outcome to this situation. The other cops had been held only a few hours before being murdered; why would it be any different for him?

He tried to force himself to think like a cop, examining the room as best he could in the dim light. There was nothing in there except dust, dirt and a metal bucket a few feet away. Danny guessed what that was for and swallowed hard. Someone meant to keep him here for a long time. Climbing awkwardly to his feet only exacerbated his thumping headache and showed him the limitation of his bonds. He could shuffle a few paces in any direction and stand up, but those were the limits of his movement. He shuffled to the wall and fiddled with the padlock, but it was brand new and shiny, as was the leash and it resisted his fumbling fingers. Worn out and discouraged, Danny slumped down against the wall. He wanted to massage his aching head to see if that would help, but he couldn't.

Despite his fear and foreboding, Danny was still in thrall to the sedative and combined with the darkness of the room, he slid back to sleep. He woke with a start as a key turned in the lock and felt a renewed flash of anger at the overkill. He was hobbled, bound and chained to the wall and they still locked the door?

It wasn't entirely a surprise to see Matsukita entering the room. Danny had not known who had organised his kidnapping, but it seemed highly unlikely that some other criminal would suddenly harbour a desire to snatch him at exactly the same time as all this had kicked off. He was slightly surprised that there was no sign of Yuri. He was sure the other man would have come to gloat at his predicament.

"You should stand when I come in, Mr Williams," Matsukita chided him. "I shall forgive you this time, but you will do this in future. I hope I make myself clear." He looked expectantly at the captive detective.

"I expect you do," Danny replied insolently. He made no effort to get up. Passive and verbal resistance was all he could offer and he was not going to do as Matsukita told him.

The mob boss was unperturbed by his 'guest's' lack of cooperation. He snapped his fingers and his two over-sized goons crossed the room in a couple of steps and yanked Danny to his feet.

One of the things Danny had been taught in both his criminality course and at police academy was that kidnap victims were often stripped naked to increase their feelings of vulnerability. He was determined to ignore his nudity to the best of his ability, which he hoped would blunt Matsukita's power over him just a little, but it was proving very difficult to put into practice.

"Mr Williams," Matsukita reproved mildly, "there is no need to be rude. You will stand up when I come in and you need to bow as well. It is only good manners." When Danny gave no sign of having heard, let alone responding in the manner Matsukita wanted, the mob boss nodded and Danny's head was pulled down with one goon hauling on the front of the collar and the other pushing the back of his head. He supposed it was preferable to being punched in the stomach – the reaction he had expected – but it was difficult not to struggle, especially when he was not allowed to straighten up again.

"Consider this, Mr Williams," Matsukita purred, stroking Danny's hair. "At the moment, you are not particularly restricted. However, if you continue to defy and displease me, I can make your captivity a good deal less comfortable." The hands vanished, allowed Danny to stand straight again. "At the moment, you have full use of your senses. However, you really have no need of them anymore and I could take them away from you with just a click of my fingers."

"Do you ever do your own dirty work or do you get Yuri Adamson and these idiots to do it for you?" Danny retorted. His skin was creeping, knowing that he was doing himself no favours by this attitude, but unable to buckle under to this man's demands. He was Five-O and he was not going to humiliate himself by allowing his fear to make him do the parlour tricks this man demanded.

"You are determined to suffer, I see," the mob boss sighed mournfully. "It is such a pity to lose something so soon, but I suspected you would be difficult. I have first-hand knowledge of your stubborn refusal to accept captivity, you see, which is why I made sure I was completely prepared for your stay." He nodded and Danny was forced to his knees. His head was held up by his hair. One goon held his nose until Danny was forced to open his mouth to breathe and a gag was shoved behind his teeth. The broad leather pad was buckled tightly behind his head, well away from his restrained hands and he heard the click of a lock closing. Matsukita smiled. "As for Mr Adamson; he performed the task I set for him and as such outlived his usefulness. You, however, will be very useful to me for a very long time, Mr Williams, so I strongly suggest that you re-think your attitude. I cannot really believe that you want to live out the rest of your pitiful life unable to speak, see or hear." He turned and took a step away. "And you will bow when I leave, too," he added, turning round once more. Danny was yanked to his feet and this time the goon did punch him in the stomach and Danny crumped to his knees as his tormentors left.

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It took a long time for the ache in his body to disappear and Danny spent the time thinking about what had just happened. There was no doubt in his mind that that was what Matsukita wanted him to do. The disquieting implications of the mobster's words were that Danny was going to be in this position for a long time – a very long time. The question was why; why did Matsukita want to keep him alive? There could only be one answer and Danny was sickened. He was being held so that Steve McGarrett would do as Matsukita wanted him to.

The thought chilled him to his very marrow and he shuddered as he realised how this would all end for him when McGarrett, as Danny knew he would, refused to bend to Matsukita's demands. Images of the two dead police officers played in his mind and to them he added Yuri's bloodied body. His corpse would soon be joining them, he was sure, and his current tribulations were trivial by comparison. He wanted to scream and shout and rail against his fate, but the large pad in his mouth kept him silent. He remained sitting against the wall and waited for the next move in the game.

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