Lewis awoke to the sounds of crinkling, followed by a relentless tightness around his wrists. Blue eyes fully open as he takes in the scenery.
This wasn't Rusty's truck, he wasn't chained anymore and the pounding coming from his head confirmed he'd been struck hard.
He was sitting down in a chair, arms pulled behind his back, the same tightness was also around his legs. "What's going on?"
Lewis attempts to pull his arms, but they won't move. That annoying sound and the pressure come hand in hand, but it was quickly becoming more familiar.
Upon looking down Lewis's eyes widen at the restraints holding his ankles together "Oh god!"
Suddenly all the past events hit him full force, he'd been kidnapped from the motel room ... The man had overpowered him, dragged him into his truck, chained and gagged him.
"Rusty Nail!" Screams the blonde, the only name this man had given him and his brother, the same man who tried killing them was now taping him up tightly.
Lewis began to tug and pull, his body not moving thanks to the wrapping of tape confining him, Rusty had crossed the adhesive binding his ankles through the chairs legs. "Shit!"
The same tape was now being applied to his wrists, round and round, forcing the two tightly together behind his back and over the chair.
Rusty finishes up with his hostages arms, taking extra care the tape holds by running his hands along the strong adhesive holding the two struggling wrists.
Lewis watches as the trucker lowers down, long nails and hammer in tow "Stop, please just stop! I won't tell anyone!"
Rusty pays the man no mind, instead rising to his feet and turning on the motel rooms radio "That's better, don't you think, Lewis?"
Rusty lowers back down, hovering the nail above the chairs leg before hammering, three hard hits is all it took to fully secure the chair to the floor.
"Why are you doing this?" Asks Lewis in complete fear, all that greets him is the sounds of more hammering into the other chairs leg.
"You don't have to do this!" Attempts Lewis, the last bits of freedom taken from him as Rusty continues the procedure of nailing him down.
Once Rusty deems the chair stuck he moves to the next task, removing the plastic wrap used to cling his shipments safely together.
"What is that?" Questions Lewis as he catches sight of the overly large plastic.
"It's for you, Candy Cane." Speaks Rusty, the man unwinding the wrapping over Lewis's shoulders and torso "Gotta keep you here nice and tight for big brother."
Lewis pales as the clear plastic is pulled over his body and the chair repeatedly. He can barely move due to the strong packing tape and skills of the trucker.
"Please, we are sorry for what we did! You don't have to do this, just let me go!" Begs Lewis as he's sealed to the chair by the harsh pull of the cling wrap sticking firmly together.
Rusty stands and starts the work of rigging the trap, first twisting the wrap into strong vines, wrapping those from the doors handle through the lock.
Grabbing the shotgun and using the dresser to keep it in place and level with Lewis's head, the plastic leading from the door is then tied on the trigger.
"What the hell are you planning?" Screams a struggling Lewis, he couldn't escape from the chair "Hello? Can anyone hear me?"
Rusty has to momentarily stop what he's doing, the man grabs the packing tape once more before moving behind Lewis.
"Help me! I've been kidnapped, please someone! Can anyone hear-" Lewis is silenced by the whistle coming from behind, blue eyes widen at the sight of the adhesive now being held in front of his mouth "Please, don't do this!"
"Don't worry, man" says Rusty, the truckers whisky breath tickling the back of Lewis's neck "Big brother's on his way to save you, Candy Cane."
The tape is pulled tight over Lewis's mouth, Rusty's hand keeping the strip in place as the roll is wrapped around Lewis's head.
The blonde fights, moving his head anyway he can, but it does absolutely nothing to stop his mouth from his chin being encased.
Fuller races from motel to motel, Medford was a motel haven it seemed, a small part of him wondered if this was what Rusty Nail had gone through that night.
Somehow he wouldn't put it past the psycho, he seemed very desperate when they first started the prank, spent all day after they'd lost the signal looking for Candy Cane.
Ironically, now so was he
Each motel that had a room 17 had their doors knocked on, first was an African American male, second an older gentleman retuning from getting ice and lastly ... Lastly was two drinking police officers.
"Shit!" Screams Fuller "What did I miss?" Cars drive by as a red motel sign flashes across the street. that had to be it "I'm coming, Lewis!"
Checking the time Rusty sighed before looking at his young captive, he really did feel for the kid, but his brother had to learn his lesson.
"He's late." Lewis turns towards the clock, heart pounding as the 12:01 displays.
The screeching of tires and flash of headlights illuminated the room as Fuller pulled into the parking lot, Lewis's muffled screams of warning go unheard as his older brother exits the car and raced for the motel.
Heavy knocks echo as Fuller hits the door "Lewis?"
The blondes eyes stare from the entrance to the loaded shot gun, if Fuller opens that door, he was dead.