It's hard to remember where I was. It was really hard to remember why I was here. I opened my eyes, and all I saw was black. I tried to remember how it was, that I got myself on the floor. I knew, about the only thing I did know, was that I was on my stomach, and every time I would breath in, I would cough out loudly. I turned my body quick so I was lying flat on my back and groaned out putting both my hands on my forehead. I touched something cold and wet, and it made my coughing worse. It hurt like a son of a bitch. It made my head spin. It actually made me feel like I needed to vomit. But I covered my mouth fast and squeezed my eyes shut, trying my hardest to remember what happened and where the hell I was. When the area went quiet around me and I got my breathing under control, I pushed myself up into a sitting position and again set my head in my hands. Somewhere behind me, I swear I heard…a creak? Maybe the springs on a bed getting pressed on. And following very quickly was a muffled…sad moan. I swallowed hard and cleared my throat wiping my wet hands on my pants. "Hello? Is…is someone there?" The muffled cry seemed to get louder and springs on the bed, I still wasn't sure got squeakier. I swallowed hard again and stood up. Way too fast, especially for my heads sake. I got dizzy immediately and wanted so desperately to lay down and take some Advil or something. But I couldn't. I was stopped immediately when something hit onto my head. Not once or twice but three times. I reached up blindly and felt…a light bulb. I sighed in relief and felt around in the air a little more before finding a sting. The moan's and cries were only getting louder and when I tugged on the light, the room, the very large, dirty and empty room came into view. I shielded my eyes, without closing my eyes because now that the light was on, the cries were even louder, but still muffled. There was nothing I could see in front of me, right away. But I did see the blood on my hands and I realized my head was bleeding. Depending on how long it has been bleeding and how bad it is bleeding, I could be really fucked. But I couldn't think about me. There was a loud, almost scream like noise that came from behind me and it made me spin fast and brace myself for what I might see. However…nothing could prepare me.
My first instinct seeing him was to run to him. And I did. Logan was probably 10 feet from me, tied to a bed. His wrists were bound, and then tied to the right bed post of the big white headboard. He had tape over his mouth. It looked like it was on their pretty tight making sure there was no chance he could get his mouth open. He wasn't tied anywhere else except by one foot, his right, also to the post at the end of the bed. He looked completely unharmed except for the tear stained face, and the rope burns rubbing on his wrists and one foot. He was practically screaming into the tape around his mouth as I fell to my knees by the bed and started to tug at the ropes connecting his wrists to the bed. They weren't tied very well, and he probably could have gotten himself out, if he wasn't so stressed. When his hands fell to the bed, right by his head I reached out quick and cupped his cheek wiping his eyes. "Shh…just calm down…I got you." He closed his eyes and cried into the tape again as I ripped off the rope around his wrists. When they were free I moved down to his foot fast, and also tore that rope off. When I turned back to face him he was sitting up and tearing the tape off around his mouth. I got up quick sitting next to him on the bed putting a hand on the small of his back. When the last of the tape was off around his mouth he breathed out hard and threw himself into my body. I gladly helped him crawl up on my body and held him tight as he cried out loud. I tried to put his face into my neck so the cries weren't so loud because I was suddenly aware of our surroundings. As if seeing him tied to a bed, and knowing I was bleeding form the head wasn't enough, It dawned on me that we were somewhere, that probably wasn't safe, or good. It looked like a basement. It probably actually was a basement because there was a staircase leading up to a door shut and probably locked form the outside. I swallowed hard knowing I should at least try to find a way out of here so I pet a hand through Logan's hair and kissed his head. "Baby…look at me." He lifted his head and quickly set both his hands on my head.
"Your head…you're bleeding so bad…here…" He got off my lap fast and ripped his sweater off quickly putting part of a sleeve on my forehead. "I thought you were dead James…I thought…baby I thought you were dead." He pressed into my wound while he pushed back down on my lap shoving his face into my neck. I gently took the sweater from him and held it against my head for him instead. He put his hands in his lap and snuggled harder into me sniffling and wiping his face. "It's Louis. I know it is. The guys who took us…one of them was that detective…John Steele. Him and some other guys are being paid by Louis to bring us here."
"Where is here?" He raised his head and shrugged wiping his face, getting the rest of the tears. "Okay…I'm going to try to open the door over there. Look around here…look for anything that might help, okay?" He stared at me for almost a minute before he nodded getting off my lap. I set his sweater on the bed behind me and also got up. I walked to the stairs while Logan walked to a darker corner of the room. I climbed up slower than usual because of my head but when I got to the door I had my strength and I had my wits. I turned the knob to get a door locked. I groaned quietly and threw my shoulder into the door as quietly as I could. Nothing. I gently placed my ear against the door and closed my eyes trying to find if I could hear anything. Again…nothing. I let the handle go, opened my eyes and turned walking down the stairs slowly. I got off the last one, and smiled small seeing Logan on his knees riffling through a box of stuff. I slowly walked towards him and when I got close enough I set a hand on his head. "Anything?" He sighed out standing up and turned raising a fairly small metal pipe.
"Just this…what about the door?" I gave him a sad look making him look down and put the pipe in my hand. "What…what do you think he's going to do to us?" I wrapped an arm around the back of his head and pulled him into me. He wrapped around me tight and squeezed.
"Nothing. He isn't going to do a damn thing to you or me. I promise." He nodded against me, somehow pushing harder into me. I slowly walked us back to the bed and sat down, all the way back, so I was leaning against the wall. I pulled Logan up with me, and set him under my arm. My head was now full on throbbing and all I wanted was a hot shower. But I let Logan snuggle up under my arm and lay his head in the crook of my neck. He set one of his hands on my stomach and gently rubbed over my abs making me close my eyes.
"After you asked me to marry you, do you know what the first thing I thought of was?" I hummed quietly in response and laid my head on top of his. "Where we would get married. And I thought about it more and I think…I think we should go back home. To Minnesota ya know? With your parents, my parents. I know of the perfect spot." I smiled small and opened my eyes looking in at the open area ahead of us. "Do you remember Lake Harriet? We spent a summer up there with Carlos and his parents in their cabin? I do believe that was the first time you ever got head." I had to giggle hearing him say it and he pushed in harder into me. I raised my free hand and ran a hand through his hair kissing his head softly. "Well…you know how big that place is…I don't think any church will let two gay dudes marry…so what if he had like…Kendall or Carlos get ordained online and have them marry us up at Lake Harriet? We could have a really pretty summer wedding. What do you think babe? After all this is over…after we get through this?" I raised his head fast and held it gently looking directly into his eyes. I didn't have the heart to tell him that when this is all over, I very well may not be alive. Louis is sick…he wants Logan, that much is certain. And I'm the only factor left, standing in his way. He's already had a guy hit me so hard in the head I was knocked out…who the hell knows what else he would do? But that isn't something I could tell Logan. He looks hopeful and he is looking at me, as if I have all the answers. I smiled small and leaned in, kissing his forehead gently. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard trying to think of the best answer to give him.
"Yeah…yeah we'll have our wedding up there. We'll…we'll do whatever you want. When we get out of here." He pushed into me hard and wrapped around me tight lying his head back on my shoulder. I opened my eyes and grabbed the small metal pipe putting it back in my hand. I squeezed around it tight and though if I was going to go out, I was going to go out with a hell of a fight.
I wasn't sure how long we sat there, clinging to each other because my watch, my phone and Logan's phone were all gone. It felt like 30 maybe 40 minutes had passed but I couldn't be sure. Logan was quiet, and didn't move around too much which made me think he was asleep, but I didn't say or do anything to check. I didn't want to disturb him. But it didn't come that easy. Both of us jumped up fast when we heard a door get slammed up above us. I heard a few different laughs and then footsteps getting closer. I ran, literally ran to the light hanging above where I was in the beginning on the floor and turned it off. "James…"
"Get on the bed Logan. Don't get off it. DO you understand?"
"James please come here with me." I squeezed tight around the pipe in my hand and listened to the door get clicked unlock. I backed away slowly and hit the bed. I was pulled down roughly by Logan who squeezed my arm and got behind me breathing hard. At least five footsteps came downstairs, no one saying a word. A few of the people stopped at the stairs while one walked to the center of the room. As if he knew where he was going to need to reach the light switched on, lighting up the room and illuminating both Logan and I. Logan gasped behind me and tightened his grip probably because Louis was standing in the middle of the room, smoking a fat cigar. He looked right at us, and smiled big gently dropping his hand form his mouth, letting smoke fall out. I tightened on the pipe while looking at the four guys by the stairs. One was Henry. He looked giddy, as if having two men in a basement, bloody and scared was something, exciting. I didn't recognize the other three but I saw their guns and I know they know I saw their guns.
"Wow…neither of them are dead. That's surprising. And…neither of them are tied up." Louis looked over to the other floor and took another drag of his cigar. One of the men with a gun stepped forward and cleared his throat.
"Well he was knocked out. And he…well he didn't even put up a fight when we tied him so…"
"I gave you specific directions John." John, I was assuming the detective Logan was talking about, stepped back and glanced down. "No matter…their here now. Now…if I could get complete corporation from the two of you…" Louis turned to us and stepped forward a little putting his free hand in his pocket. "That would be great. SO why don't you put the pipe down James, and stand up. And maybe I won't kill you right now." Logan gasped behind me and I reluctantly stood up dropping the pipe to the floor. Logan still clung to my arm never letting go. "Good boy…now if I could just have you step over here and if you could just keep your cute little butt there Logan…" I clenched my fists down at my sides and stared directly at Louis. He looked up at me and chuckled flicking some ash to the ground. "Wow…you are protective. How protective do you think Logan will be?" He pulled a small handgun out form his pocket and raised it directly to my head. I gasped out quietly and Logan got up standing in front of me. Louis only laughed and nodded. "Cute…why don't you step over here James, and get on your knees for me?" I quickly walked around Logan and walked away from him never taking my eyes off Louis. I stopped right next to Louis who kept his gun pointed at me. "Knees James." I reluctantly did keeping my clenched fists down at my sides. "Tie him up."
"No!" Logan yelled, and stepped forward, well ran forward but he was stopped quick when three guns pointed right at him. Louis looked horrified turning to the three men pointing at Logan and shook his head. They dropped their guns but Logan stayed put, terrified in his spot. Louis then turned to Henry and nodded. Henry grinned big brought a bag out from behind him and walked right to me. He was small…tiny and skinny, I could probably take him, but not with the four other men in the room. Instead I let Henry walk right up to me and kneel down in front of me staring at me. He smirked and stood back up walking behind me.
"Jesus he's handsome." I closed my eyes tight feeling my arms get yanked back and pushed together. He reached in the bag quick and not a second later my arms were being tied tight behind my back. I opened my eyes slowly and watched with pure hate as Louis walked up to Logan and grabbed a fistful of his hair in the back of his head. Logan closed his eyes but kept quiet pushing on Louis. "I bet that pisses you off." Henry whispered in my ear as he tied my hands tight. "Because it pisses me off too." I continued to watch Logan try to get Louis away but Louis was stronger than him. He managed to turn him so his back was flushed against Louis's chest. When he turned both of them were staring at me, Logan letting a few tears roll down his face. When there were no more tugs behind me Henry got up and grabbed his bag walking back to the other three men. Louis took another drag of his cigar before bringing the cigar down and blowing the smoke out around Logan's face, which I know he hated. He set his hands on Louis's one arm and tried to pull it off his body.
"So…this is how it's going to go babe." Logan groaned quietly slowly starting to give up trying to get Louis off him. "You are going to stand right in front of that man and tell him four little words, I long to hear." I swallowed hard while Louis forced Logan forward. Logan started to struggle again and tried getting Louis to stop. I felt a tear roll down my left cheek just as they stopped in front of us and Louis took another drag of his cigar. "John…Steve…come get this ring of Logan's left hand."
"No! Please don't!" Logan really started to struggle now and I even tried to get up but not only did John and Steve come to us, so did Henry and the other guy. Henry and the other guy held my shoulders down as the other two grabbed Logan's left hand and ripped the ring off his left ring finger. I clenched my jaw shut and felt a few other tears roll out of my eyes. John gave the ring to Louis who glanced at it for a minute before putting it out in front of Logan who was now sobbing.
"Put it in James's pants pocket Henry doll…" Henry moved forward quick and grabbed the ring, turning to me. He kneeled down in front of me and quickly shoved the tiny little silver ring into my right pocket of my jeans. I glared at him trying my hardest not to lean forward and head butt Henry. When he got up, Louis and Logan came into view and I stared up at Logan's pained face. "Go ahead Logan…tell James you don't love him. Tell him or…" Louis nodded once to John who raised his gun right at my head.
"Okay! Don't shoot him! Please don't shoot him!" Louis smirked almost evilly as we locked eyes. Logan cried out quietly now clutching onto Louis's arm, only for support. Louis seemed to grip onto Logan tighter making him lift his head and stare directly at me. I looked away from Louis and parted my mouth open shaking my head gently. The tears were nonstop at this point and seeing Logan open his mouth only made it worse. "I…I don't love you." Louis cigar dropped to the floor and he stepped on it gently.
"Good little boy." He put his now free hand on Logan's forehead and leaned in kissing his cheek softly, and lovingly. "Make sure he stays down here. And make sure…he's warm." Louis turned, with Logan in his arms and they were up the stairs. Logan put up a fight but it didn't help. They disappeared fast with Henry behind. He gave me a sad look telling me he felt bad for me, but he did nothing. Just followed close by. I could still hear Logan's sobs and struggle as they walked further away from me, and as I heard something liquid get thrown around the room. I fell back on my feet and bowed my head down closing my eyes and crying.
"Are we really going to do this? What if someone sees us? We could go to prison!"
"Just shut the fuck up and give me the matches." My head snapped up fast and I turned to see the three guys, all with empty gasoline canisters in their hands. One of the guys handed John a box of matches and he opened it fast, with a shaky hand. "Alright…let's get going." They hurried to the stairs and while the other two ran up, John stopped and the bottom and breathed out hard. And suddenly it hit me. This wasn't just any basement. It was mine. They had us tied up, and locked in our own basement. And what was worse was they were going to burn me alive in this basement. I looked back to John who had a lit match in his hand. He sighed out had shook his head fast. "Sorry…"
So if you haven't noticed, I've been updating this story really fast. I am actually close to ending it, but I want to make it as good as possible, so please be patient. Also…I promised you guys I'd start up the sequel to chapter nine, like a week or so ago, and I haven't yet. Honestly…I'm stuck on a plot line. I just don't know what to do with it. And I don't want it to be lame so I haven't started it yet. If you have any suggestions, I'm all open. And again, for my other stories, please be patient. I'm going to finish this story before the other so just bear with me. Thanks for reading! Review if you fancy!