'God no,' was all Laura could think. She felt her knees start to give out and had to use the wall to steady herself. "Someone kidnapped my baby?" she said in a shaky voice.
"I think so. The man asked for dad and when I asked why he said that he had something near and dear to him. I can't get a hold of Frank; no one's seen him…." Joe trailed off; his voice was starting to crake. 'Come on Joe, Frank's tough. It's not like he's never been kidnapped before, but this is different. This is scarier some how.'
Joe took a deep breath, closed his eyes and concentrated on the caller. They had a deep voice that even the distorter couldn't hide very well. While the voice was muffled it sounded almost real, not like through a machine. It sounded like someone had covered their mouth while they were speaking. He couldn't hear anything in the background, not even traffic or voices.
'Damn! Where the hell could they have taken him…what are they doing to him? If they hurt him…."
"I have to call dad."
Frank woke with a pounding head and stiff limbs. He was on his side with his hands and feet hog-tied behind him and a gag in his mouth. The room was dark and cold. The damp chill of the cement floor penetrated his shirt, causing him to shiver uncontrollably.
After a moment, he was able to see outlines of boxes and crates. There was a small beam of light at the right end of the room, which marked the door. The room was only about six to eight foot long and wide. 'It's got to be a storage room or a closet,' Frank thought, 'But where? How did I get here, and why am I here? Screw that, how am I going to get out of here?'
Frank began to test his bonds, which only tightened on his wrist and ankles. 'Great, out of all the people who could kidnap me, it had to be one who could tie knots.' Frank tried again, but after ten minuets was too tired and raw to continue. His vision had begun to blur again, and he felt like he was going to vomit.
After a few minuets of silence Frank heard footsteps and two male voices approaching the storeroom. "I told you not to hurt him. I want him fully alert," came a frustrated baritone voice.
"I'm sorry bro, it was an accident, I got carried away," said a flustered tenor voice, which caught Frank's attention. 'I know that voice. Where have I heard it?'
Frank didn't' have time to wonder long, the door was forced open and two men in masks walked in.
"So, you're awake," said the baritone. As far as frank could tell, he was a six-foot, white male, in blue jeans and a t-shirt. The tenor was a few inches shorter, a few pounds lighter, and dressed the same.
Frank squirmed and tired to move into the shadows. The sudden flood of light had hit him unprepared and his head had begun to throb. "Check his ropes," barked the baritone. The tenor moved right away. Frank gave a muffled gasp as he was kicked in the back.
"They're still tight, I tied them myself. 'Isn't any way he's getting out," the tenor stated proudly after bending down to check the ropes.
"Good. We'll leave him in here for another hour, 'til I get things ready," the baritone said mater-of-fact, then his voice took on a more affectionate tone as he addressed the tenor again, "You look tire, why don't you get some sleep? I'll let you know when we're ready."
"Thanks, I think I will," the tenor said as he moved passed the other and left him alone with Frank.
The Baritone studied Frank for a moment, then, malevolently said, "You should get some sleep to, 'cause after today, you're never going to sleep well again."
A/N: sorry it's so short, and my spelling is so bad. it's test week, and my find is fried. i mean 17 BCRs and 5 ECRs on one test will do that to anyone. thanx to all who reviwed. i'll update soon.