They shoved him into the vehicle. It was not far from his own vehicle; a mere two feet or so. He was lying on his right side. Suddenly, he was kicked in the stomach. He grunted in pain. He recoiled from his assailant and tried to protect his stomach. His breathing was laboured. Suddenly, he started to feel tired, so very tired. He fought to stay awake but it was just too hard. The short attack from his captors was to stop him from noticing that they had drugged him.
A while later…
He started waking up. He tried to open his eyes but couldn't. All he saw was black. He tried to move his hands but they were restrained behind his back. The restraints were really tight. Every time he moved his wrists, the restraints would cut his skin. He immediately stopped moving. His mouth was very dry; he was thirsty. He tried to move his tongue but felt something in his mouth. They had gagged him. He could taste the foul material. He stopped moving and listened hard. He was lying on his stomach on a cold, hard cement floor. His hearing was very sharp. He heard a soft tick, tick, tick, about a few seconds apart. It was the sound of metal on metal. He also heard breathing. Was it his own? No, someone else was in the room. There was a loud scratching sound of metal against cement. Someone who was sitting on a chair had moved it. He heard footsteps approaching him. Should he recoil? Should he pretend he was still unconscious? No, they must've noticed him waking up. He didn't move. He would not let them see him cower. Who was 'them' anyway?
The footsteps stopped just beside him. "Jack?" It was a deep voice; an older man's voice. Jack couldn't help but move his head towards the sound of the voice. "How are you Jack?" Asshole! Asshole! The man knew Jack couldn't answer back. Suddenly he felt himself be pulled to his feet. He was dragged towards the back. Then the man let go of him. He couldn't stay standing up as his feet were tightly tied together. He felt himself fall to the ground but decided to lean backwards and felt the wall behind him. Ok, so he needed to lean against the wall.
"Answer me, Jack." It was an order. How could he answer him? He was gagged. All he could do was grunt. Is that what his captor wanted; to have him grunt back? No, he would not! Suddenly he was kneed in the groin. He grunted in pain. He tried to scream but his vocal cords were muffled by the gag in his mouth. He fell to his knees and doubled over in pain. He started coughing and then choking on his gag. His stomach started heaving. The pain, the taste of the gag and the muffled scream were making him choke. If he puked, he would probably drown in it as it had nowhere to go. He felt the man's legs against his head. The man had not moved and was standing over him. If only he wasn't tied up. He would teach that motherfucker a little lesson.
The man reached behind his head and untied the gag. Suddenly Jack could breathe again. He took deep breaths and his stomach calmed. His groin hurt like a bitch and it was making him angry. The man painfully grabbed at his hair and forced Jack to look up. Only he couldn't see because his eyes were still taped shut. He grunted again and tried to think of a way to protect himself from another attack.
"What have you been up to Jack? You've been avoiding us…" Well, no shit! Jack couldn't help but think. This guy probably wanted to kill him and he just wasn't quite ready to die yet. He had been given a second chance with Isabella and Daniel and he wasn't about to give it up.
"We've been looking for you…" The man continued. "Joe will have to be informed he has a grandson. It's a beautiful boy and named after his second son! He will be so happy." Jack felt inexplicable anger fill him. They were not going to put their dirty, terrorist hands on his son! He wanted to fight back and did the only thing he could; he head butted his captor. He felt his skull connect with the other man's and his captor recoiled in pain. What was he going to do now? His eyes were taped shut, his hands were tied behind his back and his feet were also tied together. He had to fight back, but how? He fought against his restraints and a couple seconds later, his feet were free. He could still hear the man's heavy breathing. Yes! He was getting somewhere.
He heard a door open! FUCK FUCK FUCK! He had backup. Oh fuck! He knew it was hopeless but he decided he would not give up without a fight. He heard feet running inside and tried to position himself so he could kick at whoever came near. A man was approaching on his left. He kicked out in that direction and connected with a knee. The man groaned in pain. Good, he had broken that man's knee. There was someone behind him. He swivelled around to meet his attacker and received a kick in the head. He saw flashes of light and fell hard against the ground and his head smacked the ground. His head hurt so much. He felt himself falling unconscious and he had no choice to succumb to it.
