A/N: So going to end chapters where it feels natural for them to end. That said, thinking now that this will go beyond the four chapters I originally thought. Have a lot coming up this week, so may not get chapter four up until Friday or so. It's my last week of this term and my daughter has her first ever dance recital! Again, I appreciate the reviews and follows-far more attention than I expected. Thank You!
Adam watched the peacefully slumbering teen slumped in the passenger seat sorry for what he was doing to a slight degree. He didn't want to hurt the boy, but he wanted out. Pushing his feelings aside, Adam pulled Kendall's limp form to lean against the dash of the car. Reaching behind the seat, he hauled a small duffel from the floor. Deftly his fingers unzipped it to reveal several forms of restraints and a few weapons. Deciding against the thick, heavy plastic cuffs, Adam fished out a pair of metal handcuffs. Without further thought of what he was doing Adam locked the cuffs around Kendall's slender wrists, securing them behind his back. Zipping the bag closed and dropping it back behind the seat, he settled the unconscious teen in the seat again. Buckling the teen in, Adam turned his focus to his betrayal of MI6 and all he'd stood for as a spy.
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Kendall Knight felt his mind slowly rise from unconsciousness. A dull ache pounded behind his closed eyes, causing him to groan. His body felt thick, heavy and completely unrested; as if he'd tossed and turned all night though his body felt stiff like he'd been in the same position for hours. Wary of the pain waxing and waning just behind his eyes, Kendall slowly peeled his green eyes open. Blinking he stared up at a gray ceiling.
"Ugh," he groaned again, fisting the blankets beneath his hands as the dull ache began to pound viciously before dying back down to a dull ache. "Is anyone else jet lagged?" Silence filled the air of the room. "Uh, guys?" Slowly he turned his head to the side seeing only gray wall. No other beds, no wall paper on the walls, no lamp on a table bedside the bed, no barely attractive artwork on the wall, no mirror. "What the hell?"
"Well, well," a voice he vaguely remembered said, cheerily. "'bout time you woke up, Kendall."
"Who are you?"
"Adam, your host for the next few days."
Kendall turned his head to face the voice. Standing just inside the door to the room was a man in his late thirties, with cleanly styled brown hair and intense hazel/brown eyes.
"Why am I here?"
"Drink this," Adam said, thrusting a bottle of water toward Kendall who had managed to pull himself up against the wall along the head of the bed. "You're dehydrated."
Kendall glared at the man, taking the bottle. "Why am I here?" he repeated, before gulping down most of the bottle. The cool liquid soothing his parched mouth and throat.
"You are my distraction, Kendall. I have some business to conduct, and I need everyone looking in a different direction."
"What are you going to do with me?" Worry laced every syllable he spoke.
"Right now?" Kendall nodded. "We're going to leave this room. You are going to cooperate or you'll get very hurt. Then we're going to take some photos and perhaps a video to get everyone looking in the opposite direction. Then we'll come back to this room, where you will do as you're told. Do you understand me?"
Kendall sat frozen, staring at Adam. His green eyes large from fright and shock. His mouth was suddenly dry again. He wanted to nod in agreement or at least acknowledgement, but his body refused to cooperate with him. "Do you understand?"
"Y-yes," he said, finally finding his voice.
"Good," Adam said, moving in the door to reveal it open. "Let's go, shall we?"
Numbly Kendall clambered from the bed. He ignored the part of his brain screaming at him to run, as he neared Adam and the door. Though he didn't want to be there, wanted to escape, he wanted to be hurt even less. As he neared the door, passing Adam, the man reached out to clamp a hand tightly around Kendall bicep. Kendall hissed in pain.
Quicker than his numb, shuffling feet had carried him to the door, Adam hauled him down the corridor to another room. Just as gray as the one he'd woken up in, but smaller. A chair sat near the center of the room, a pair of silver handcuffs glinting in the light from the hall on the seat. A small, barely standing table sat against the wall. A camera and large silver case sat atop it.
"Sit," Adam said, snatching the cuffs from the seat before forcing Kendall onto it. "Hands behind you." Kendall complied to avoid having Adam force his arms behind his back. Cold metal encircled his wrists, locking with a click.
"Now what?"
"Be quiet and sit still," Adam said, crossing to the table.
Kendall watched in silence as Adam opened the large silver case and began removing things he couldn't see from it. Tubes, small canisters, brushes, pencils, and various other items Kendall was beginning to recognize filled the table. His fear and nerves subsided slightly as he realized Adam was unpacking a make-up kit. Curiosity and questions began to preoccupy his mind.
"Stay still and don't speak," Adam said, pulling a stool from under the table. "Or I'll add duct tape to what I have planned."
Kendall fought back the urge to say something, to question everything, and only gave a small nod at the man sitting on the stool before him. The man studied him for a long moment before taking the lid off the small tub in his hands.
Alternating between bare finger tips, sponge and brushes, Adam applied the make-up to Kendall's unmarred face. Kendall was more than curious what the man was doing to his face. Every brush stroke, sponge dot, and swipe of his finger tip Kendall fought the need to giggle at how it tickled. After what felt like hours Adam packed the make-up away. He wiped his hands on a wet wipe before reaching back into the kit.
"Open your mouth," Adam said, stopping in front of the teen, a baggy of gauze rolls in hand. "Don't speak, just open your mouth."
Once again fighting the urge to talk, Kendall did as he was told. He opened his mouth, allowing Adam to stuff the rolled gauzed between his cheek and gums. It made his jaw feel swollen and his mouth dry.
"Very good," Adam said, moving away again. "Stay quiet." He snatched the camera off the table, turned it on and returned his attention to Kendall. "Don't smile, don't look calm, don't look curious…look afraid. You've got the tired part down." Adam smirked as he began clicking off shots of Kendall's made up face.