The ride was fairly long. The boys were all blindfolded, hands tied tightly behind them with thin braided rope. Carlos's helmet was yanked off his head, leaving his hair in soft messy spikes and leaving him feeling very uncomfortable and quite frankly very, very vulnerable. He sat closely next to Kendall, shoulders hunched, face tilted down and promised himself that if they managed to wiggle out of this predicament that he'd never tie his shoes in public ever again.
Kendall, sensing Carlos's uneasiness, leaned closer to the shorter boy, his body heat helping the Latino relax, if only slightly.
The van's brakes screeched as it pulled to a stop, causing all four boys to fall forward. The doors opened up, their kidnappers grabbing Carlos, who happened to be nearest, by the shirt and pulled his out, throwing him onto the gravel lot, causing tears to gather, soaked up by his clothed eyes.
Carlos let out a pained whimper, as he was yanked up by one of the kidnappers, forced to stand on his toes as the taller man tore off his blindfold and grabbed the boy's face, turning it hard from side to side, getting a good look. "Looks like we got some pretty ones this time," the man smirked, as the others were tossed off in a similar fashion. Carlos closed his eyes tightly in attempt to block out the feeling of the stranger's thumb as it ran its course across his trembling lips.
James leaned over to, who he was pretty sure was Logan, and with a small nudge, mumbled to him, "Dude, I think my hair's messed up. This is so not cool."
"I'm pretty sure that's irrelevant!" Logan hissed back. "I think he just called us pretty. Oh god. Oh my god."
"What the hell do you want with us?" Kendall gritted his teeth angrily, as he attempted to get up. They're not "pretty." They're handsome.
Bastards.
The man turned his attention to Kendall, dropping Carlos unceremoniously onto the ground, and walked over to the tall lead singer.
He stepped hard on Kendall's head, driving him back down on to the rough ground, tearing the skin of his face and earning a small grunt of pain from underneath his shoe.
"Kendell!" Carlos cried out, managing to push himself up. "Get off of him!" He ran towards the man, ramming his shoulder into the guy's guts, causing both him and his kidnapper to fall down. The man furiously got up and dusted himself off, before kicking Carlos hard in the ribs.
"These little boys too much for you to handle, Paul?" the shorter man chuckled, standing off to the side, watching and smiling at the scene before him.
The man, Paul, snapped back at him. "Get these fucking kids inside," he pulled Carlos up and glaring hard into the kid's eyes, getting a glare straight back at him, "I'll deal with this bitch later."