Chapter 3.

He had no idea what time it was when they returned. He didn't know how long he had been awake either, but it felt like hours. He didn't feel good. He had a bad headache, and his arms ached. At least the pain from being hit had faded by now. He suspected he had some bruising, but his face felt alright. He was incredibly thirsty; the worst hunger had faded.

He felt relieved when they arrived again, but that was mostly because they turned on the lights again. It took him several minutes to get use to it. It was only two of them that came, the leader and one bearded guy. They didn't say anything to him, the beard guy went to over to the table and turned on a light there, the other guy came up and stood in front of Mike until he looked up. Then the guy snapped a photo off him with his phone.

Then they both left without a word, Mike looked after them, but didn't bother to yell after them. He was just so grateful that they left a light on for him.

He just sat there and waited. He didn't feel any better as time passed. He got hungry again, to an extent that it was almost painful. He almost wanted to cry a bit, but he didn't. He got angry at himself for even thinking about it. He had to keep it up, he wouldn't win anything if he showed them that what they did was affecting him. However, doubt about his own ability to do that was starting to spread inside him. The headache was bad, and he wished he had his hands lose so that he could rub at his forehead. He tried to sleep some more but wasn't that successful.

Hours later they returned again. Mike didn't bother to look up as they came inside the room. He tensed involuntarily though. What were they going to do now? It was all four of them again.

"Hey! Let me go!" Mike called at them as they came closer, one of the men, had a knife in his hand. Mike didn't like the sight of that. That guy went around to the back of him, and Mike did his best in trying to see what he was doing. But it turned out that he started to cut off the ropes that bound his torso to the chair. It felt great to get rid of those and to feel like he could draw in deep breaths again.

"Hey, over here!" Mike looked to his side and saw the leader guy point a gun straight towards his face. Mike stiffened. What was happening? His heart started to beat like crazy and he grabbed on to the chair with his bound hands. Was this it?

He jerked when he saw a hand came towards him, but it was only the tape that was ripped off him. It hurt when it came off, but Mike didn't say anything, the gun was still pointed at him.

Then the knife guy started to cut loose his legs, Mike didn't kick him this time.

"Do you need the bathroom?" Mike was asked. He hurried to nod.

"You are quiet today, starting to realize your place in this?" He was mocked.

"Shut up!" Mike told him. They laughed at him then.

They got his hands free to and helped him to stand. For a moment he thought his legs would fold below him, but two sets of hands steadied him. Then, with the gun still directed against him they led him to a bathroom just outside the door. He was able to use the toilet and could drink from the tap. The water felt great in his dry mouth; however he was pulled away before he considered himself done.

He was taken back to the room again and was pushed hard down onto the floor. When he tried to get up again the guy with the gun stopped him.

"We will demand a ransom for you today from Harvey Specter. If he pays us a million dollars, we will let you go." The guy said.

Mike stared at him in disbelief. "A million dollars! You think Harvey will pay one million dollars for me? You really haven't done your research!"

"The only one that will suffer for that is you." The guy answered and Mike couldn't help but to think that he was right. Still, one million. That was an extreme amount. Mike didn't know if Harvey had that much money, and if he did have it, Mike didn't know if he wanted to give it all up for him.

He yet again felt a bit scared. He tried not to show it, instead he tried again to stand up. A kick was directed at him, so he decided that for now he would stay on the floor. The men spoke in their language again, and Mike couldn't understand a single word of it. One guy started walking away from the rest of them He walked to that table, where they seemed to have some kind of locker where they kept stuff. He soon came back with new ropes and the tape in his hands. Mike felt his whole body tense. Oh no!

He resisted like crazy when he understood what they were planning on doing. He must have caught them a bit by surprise because he managed to get up to standing, but not more than that. They surrounded him. They had the ropes ready.

"No, come on! Don't do it!" He had yelled but in vain. He tried to back away, but they were four against one. He didn't stand a chance. He probably wouldn't even be able to beat one of them, they were all taller and much heavier than he was.

One of them hit him hard right below his right eye. The force of the blow sent him stumbling back, right into the arms of another man. Mike had trouble remaining standing, but another set of hands took hold of his arms and forced them together behind his back. Someone grabbed his hair and pushed his head downwards so that he was almost folded in half. He tried to get away and screamed when he felt the rope starting to twist around his arms. They didn't just tie his wrist together, no, they started from right above his elbow and worked their way down and then back up again. They pulled forcefully on them, making it as tight as possible.

Mike screamed in pain when his arms pressed together. They laughed at him.

Whey they were done, they shoved him hard towards the floor. He had no way of bracing his fall and ended up with scraping his cheek against the hard concrete. He barely registered that pain before an even worse pain erupted in him as one of the men kneeled on his arms and back.

Hands grabbed at his legs and forced them down and together. More rope. Mike fought it with all he had. He yelled at them to fucking stop, to let him go. But they just laughed at him. Finally, they were all standing there above him, laughing.

He swore at them.

"Shut up, you piece of shit!" Someone kicked him forcefully on the side. Mike couldn't help but moan and curled in on himself the best he could. It wasn't much, but it was something.

"I said shut up!" There was a foot pressing down on his head! His cheek was grinded down into the floor. Mike pressed his lips together.

"You are to do as we say. Do you understand that?" He pressed harder on Mike's head.

"Yeah…" He panted. He needed the foot gone.

"So, are you going to be quiet too, or do you want the tape back on?"

Panic gripped him at the thought of the tape restricting his breathing again and he answered immediately.

"Yes, I will. Okay."

"Good."

He pushed his foot on Mike's head forward and down, so that Mike's face turned, and his nose and forehead was pressed into the concrete. He felt how small pieces of gravel dug into his skin, and he couldn't help but groan.

"I said shut up!" The man yelled and removed his foot to instead kick him hard on the side again. The kick was so forceful that he felt himself lift a bit from the ground. The pain that followed was brutal and brought tears to his eyes. He could feel himself shake uncontrollably. He tried to breathe. Footsteps walked away from him.

It took him several minutes before he could catch his breath again. He tried to find a more comfortable spot for his head, a place with less gravel. He eventually gave up. He ached all over. Worst was his side, arms and shoulders. His nose hurt as well, or hell, his whole face throbbed. He wasn't sure but he thought that his right eye was starting to swell.

He had his face turned against the wall so he couldn't see his captors. He could hear them talking though in the other end of the room, over where the lightbulb and the table was. Apparently, they were staying here for a while now. He couldn't make out any of the words that they were saying. Not that it had helped him since he couldn't understand their language.

Tears were gathering in his eyes now. He couldn't help it. He just wanted to get out of here. He was hurting and felt humiliated in this position. Why couldn't someone come and help him? They must have contacted Harvey by now, where was he? Harvey had to come and get him, right? Harvey would help him. He knew he would. He remembered how Harvey had yelled at him about loyalty that one time. Mike just wished that he would hurry up, because he wasn't sure how much more of this he could take.

His arms were aching like crazy. He hurt pretty much everywhere but worst was his arms. He hadn't? been like this for long, but he really was done with it. It was so gross too, to be laying on the concrete floor like this. Not to mention how cold and hard it was. He had basically already lost the feeling in his legs, so he didn't need to worry about that anymore. The ropes around his bound arms however was another issue now. They were too tight. Was it even possible for them to be any tighter than this? It cut into his skin like razors and forced his arms into an unnatural position.

He had fought them hard when they tied him up. He had been defiant. He had been able to keep that up, just like he had promise himself to do. And it was just his instinct to fight back, but now, being tied up like this, that did something to him. It left him so damn helpless. Totally unable to defend himself. They could do anything they wanted with him now. It left him so damn scared, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.

He was just feeling worse and worse, but tried to not let it get to him. He was stronger than this. He had willed the tears away, but now it felt like they were returning. It was just that he really wanted this to stop now. He didn't want to hurt like this anymore. If it just could stop hurting, and if he just could have something to eat and maybe some uninterrupted sleep. Then, maybe he would have been able to control himself. But he didn't see anyone of those things happening soon. And now he couldn't anymore. Tears were yet again gathering in his eyes.

When he allowed the first tears to come, he couldn't hold the rest back any longer. Soon it was more than just tears. He did try his uttermost to stop, he bit his tongue hard, but he couldn't stop from sobbing. He cried in a way he hadn't done since he found out that Grammy died. He felt how his upper body shock from each sob he let out, sending small jolts of pain through his shoulder each time. The ropes were just too tight and too high up, forcing his shoulders into a painful position.

He didn't know how long he laid there like that, crying like a child. Snot and tears were all across his face he could do nothing to get rid of it. It was so terrible. He needed help!

Maybe he could negotiate with his kidnappers, make them release his arms? At the moment that was the only thing that he wanted to negotiate about. After that he might start to see if he could get out of here somehow.

"Hey man, what's wrong with you? Are you crying?"

Mike jerked. He hadn't noticed when the man came up to him. He heard laughter from somewhere behind him, and the others started to approach him as well. Fear gripped a hold of him. He was totally helpless like this. They could do whatever they wanted to him and he wouldn't be able to stop them.

"Look at me! You crying? Show us." One of them said. Mike ignored him. He did not want them to see him like this. They wouldn't leave him alone though. He was their source of amusement right now. A foot nudged him, and he flinched. He was expecting to get kicked but it didn't come. A hand came down and landed on his shoulder, it started to turn him over.

Mike screamed when his position changed, and he was turned over on his back. He was now laying on top of his own arms. It put immense pressure on them, and it felt like they were getting crushed under his weight. They were going to break! He would get permanent damage. He tried with all he had to get out of the grip still on his shoulders but couldn't.

The pain was so excruciating. It radiated through him and he couldn't help but scream out.

"What's with you? Stop screaming."

A slap across his cheek.

He felt how things got blurry, he couldn't focus. He tried again to get out of the grip on his shoulders and heave himself back to the side. This was the worst pain he had ever felt. He screamed again, louder this time and the man above him loosened his grip, maybe in shook, and Mike managed to heave himself onto his side. The pain was unimaginable. He felt sick and dizzy. He tried to breathe through it to get some sort of control back over his body.

Oh god, he was going to throw up! He turned his head as much to the side as he could and opened his mouth. Watery bile came up and he chocked a little, sputtered.

The men above his both laughed and yelled amongst each other.

"Gross!" Someone yelled. "He weak."

They spoke a bit again as Mike spit a bit on the ground. He felt so lousy. He was in so much pain, it felt like is his arms was being severed from him. He was shaking.

"Look at his hands." Someone said then. Someone touched him again and he let out a scream again. But he was just pushed onto his stomach. He tried to slow his breathing; he was close to hyperventilating.

They spoke in loud voices behind him. He waited. A few moments of quick conversation later the leader bent down over him again.

"Look at me." He said. When Mike ignored him, he leaned closer and gripped Mike's face hard as the same time as he lifted Mike to his side. He turned Mike's head towards him and pressed his fingers down at the fresh bruise under his eyes. Mike let out a moan in pain, unable to stop it.

"We are going to redo your bindings, okay. My friend thinks you are losing your hands."

Mike was fairly certain the friend was right.

The man was not done talking.

"You are going to stay still, and you are going to do nothing as we untie you now. You understand?"

Mike did his best to glare at him. The man pressed down harder with his finger.

"We can do this they easy way or the hard way. Either you let us do it voluntarily or we make you. Your choice."

Mike stared up at the man. He licked his lips a little. He was most likely going to regret this.

"Make. Me." He then said all the while not breaking eye contact. The man's lips twitched a bit, like he was about to start smiling. But then he harshly patted Mike's shoulder and nodded.

"Okay. We'll make you." He stood up and nodded behind him. He said a few words and stepped over to the side, all the while looking Mike into the eyes. Mike had to break eye contact as harsh hands heaved him back on his stomach. A hand pressed his head hard down onto the floor before letting go again.

"I hold." Someone said and Mike felt hands along his hip, he tried to get them off him, but the hands held down harder. Mike realized that the man was standing on his knees over him, pressing down with his arms, keeping him locked to the ground. Someone else then pressed down his shoulders. He hated the feelings of their hands on him. But there was nothing he could do but to lay there. That didn't mean he didn't hate it.

He screamed when they moved his arms. The pain it caused him was awful. But they didn't care at all, just told him to shut up and maneuvered his arm however they wanted. Instead of keeping his arms straight they now folded them over each other, hands against his elbows. It still hurt like hell when the blood rushed through his arms. The rope came back over his arms, just as tight as before, but at least in a much better position. His captors spoke amongst themselves, but Mike could barely hear them, he was so focused on his arms.

Then finally the weight on him lifted and they walked away from him, much to Mike's relief. He was left alone on the cold concrete floor. He was still close to the place he had thrown up. He could smell it clearly. He couldn't move away from it. He didn't want to put any pressure on his arms right now. They still hurt too much. He had to stay still and wait.

For a while he just laid there and tried to get his breathing back to normal. It was hard because it felt like he was on the verge of freaking out. He was scared. What were they going to do to him? It felt like he still could feel where their harsh hands had been on him.

Would they just leave him on the floor like this now? It scared the crap out of him to be this defenseless. They could do whatever they wanted to him now and he couldn't do shit about it. It was so humiliating as well. He felt violated in a way he never had before. The way they had laughed at him when he broke down, it had been awful. Like they thought it was just a joke.

He was both thirsty and hungry as well, not to mention tired. He didn't think that he would be able to fall asleep like this. Why was he being treated like this? What had he done to deserve this?

They hadn't told him anything about when they were going to release him if Harvey paid. Was it tomorrow or a week from now? He really wished for the first. He had done his best to keep his attitude up and to be defiant, but he had failed. He had cried and screamed and thrown up. There had just been so much pain, but now he wished he could have handled it better, because he felt so humiliated now. It still smelled like vomit here. He wished they would clean it up. The stench made him feel sick. At least they didn't tape his mouth together again. He was able to breathe properly now.

For a couple of minutes, he tried to focus only on his breathing. In and out. Just like that, again and again and he would be okay. But a different factor made it hard for him to do so, the floor was cold and hard. It wasn't that clean either and gravel stuck to his cheek, but it wasn't anything he could do about it. The dark bothered him as well. When they had left, they had turned the lights off, leaving him in total darkness and now he just wished that he would be able to see something. It wasn't like he was afraid of the dark, not really, by but he certainly didn't like this. Not liking something and being afraid wasn't the same thing. At first, he thought it was good because he would certainly notice when they came back, but now he didn't care. He wanted the light turned back on.

He tried to scream for them to come back. He wasn't surprised at all when nothing happened. He made another effort of calming himself down. He tried to breathe deeply, closed his eyes and focused on his breathing, forced himself to do so. He succeeded after a couple of minutes. After all it wasn't much else that he could do at the moment. He just had to deal with this and put his faith into Harvey to get him out of this.

He thought of Harvey. What would he do? Would he look for him? Would he pay for him? What if he wouldn't? What if he wouldn't pay? What would happened then? What would they do to him?

So many thoughts flew around in his head that it was hard to catch any of them. He wished that he would fall asleep. He didn't know if it was night or not. He decided to try and change positions. He managed to lay on his side for a bit, but it was killing his shoulder, so he tried a bit to sit up, he managed that to but couldn't keep his balance for long without his arms.

Eventually he just laid there on his stomach. He just laid there and tried to not think of anything. He tried to fall asleep and to not think about the pain in his arms, about how thirsty or hungry he was, or about what would happen the next time they came.

He managed to fall asleep for a bit. He woke up in terror and it took way too long to for him to remember where he was. He was awake for a couple of hours after that. He was close to breaking down at one point. He fantasized about the police coming in and setting him free, he thought about Harvey rescuing him. He just wished for that to happen so much that it got too much for him. He even thought about just smashing his head against the floor so that he would pass out. But he didn't have the guts to do it.

His body hurt, his arms and shoulders ached. Every part of him that rested against the floor hurt as well. It was cold as well, he was freezing. He could do nothing. He was still so tired, his head hurt as well. His energy was running low now. He really needed something to eat now. Or drink. They couldn't refuse that to him. He was angry at them, at the moment just for that, for not feeding him.

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