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Cody sat bound and gagged on a very comfy sofa. He wasn't feeling it though, because his wrists and ankles hurt. The side of his face hurt. And, the corners of his mouth felt as if they were being dug into. Rhodes looked at his captor pleadingly. "Mlease make mis mout." He pointed towards his mouth with his bound hands. "Mlease."
"I guess I could do that for you. No one will hear you way out here anyway."
Warren loosened the cloth at the back of Cody's head, and gently pulled it out of his mouth. The captive gasped and coughed after its removal. There were deep red marks at the corners of his lips, which his captor felt no pleasure in seeing.
Patrick softly rubbed at the chafe marks, then left the room for a minute. He returned with a tub of salve, sat down on the sofa, and rubbed it into the corners of Cody's beautiful, soft, lips.
"Thank you." Said The Dashing One quietly as W.P. set the salve on a table.. "You seem like a reasonable man. Please, just let me go. I don't know your name, or who you are. Don't kill me please."
"Cody, Cody, Cody." Said Warren as he sat next to his hostage again. "You are going to have to accept your fate sweetness. The only way you are going to be let go is in a body bag."
Rhodes began to scream at the top of his lungs. "Help! Somebody help me!"
The tall man shook his head sadly, and then clamped a hand over Cody's mouth. "You will only accomplish a sore throat baby. I told you. No one will hear you. We are in the middle of nowhere, miles from anyone."
Cody's terrified, cerulean eyes were breaking the assassin's heart. Tears were starting to form in them, which made him feel even worse. He released his hand from Rhode's mouth and wiped at the tears with a clean, black, silk handkerchief that he had in his pocket.
Warren leaned in to kiss his prisoner on the lips, and Cody head butted him with all of his might. As his captor held his head in pain, Cody tried to hop towards the door. He and his captor were woozy from the knocks on their noggins. Their foreheads had connected hard.
Just as The Dashing One was tackled to the ground by Warren, each one of them lost consciousness, captor lying on top of his captive.