Cole loves his boyfriends he really does, but the constant texts from them can be so damn annoying. He understands where they are coming from, he isn't there. He's injured, alone at home. And the last time he was alone at home he got kidnapped. He was just trying to relax when his phone rang. He doesn't look at the phone and picks it up.
"Hello?" Cole asks. Cole sighs when he hears nothing on the other end. "Hello? Is anyone there?"
"Hiya, Adam," Russo says. Cole sits up in his bed, looking down at his phone, an unknown number. "I have missed that voice. Why haven't you been streaming so much? I've got my eye on you, always, Adam."
"Wh…what do you want?" Cole asks.
"Isn't that obvious, Adam? You," Russo says. "I only want you. And this time, you will submit to me, Adam."
"Fuck you!" Cole yells into the phone. "You really are stupid, you know that? Giving me a…" Cole pauses when the power goes out. "What the fuck?" Cole notices that the call disconnects. He tries to call 911, tries to call someone. But nothing seems to work. "Shit…" Cole reaches over to grab a baseball bat, standing up, wincing when he does. He grips onto the bat, slowly making his way out to the hallway. As he goes down the hallway, he hears hushed voices and glass crunching. There's more than one. It is obvious that they had a jammer on them. Cole waits behind the wall for someone to walk toward him. When someone does, he swings the bat into their abdomen. He goes to hit the person again, but the bat is pulled from him. The person pulls Cole's wrist, a needle being stuck into his neck. Cole goes lax in the person's arms.
Cole groans, finally waking up. His arms and legs feel funny, he is nauseous beyond belief, and his vision is blurry.
"Hey, here, drink," A person says. Cole gulps down the water. His vision finally coming back, he looks over at the person who had given him the drink, Cornette. "I'm gonna need you to talk to your boyfriend, get him to meet you in West Virginia."
"No!" Cole says. Cole shrieks out in pain as his hair is pulled.
"Hey! Hands off!" Russo shouts from the driver's seat.
"Then, at least call them and tell them you are safe," Cornette says putting the phone into Cole's hands. Cole looks down at his phone, realizing that the men had already texted Cole's family and friends. "Kyle and Roderick won't stop calling." The phone starts to vibrate in his hand.
"Hello?" Cole answers.
"What are you thinking, Adam?! Driving 2 hours is enough for you to be sore but 6 plus hours?! You had better turn your ass around," Kyle shouts.
"I'm going to take breaks," Cole says. "Hey, I will be fine. Maybe I'll stop and get some of those pineapple snacks you like so much. And tell Roderick to calm down too. He doesn't need to worry about me on top of everything else."
"I still don't like it, Adam," Kyle says. "But if your mind is made up then…I know I can't stop you. Take breaks, every hour if you have to. I love you."
"I love you too," Cole says, hanging up handing the phone back to Cornette.
Kyle hangs up the phone, immediately calling Detective Kendall.
"Hey, O'Reilly, everything okay?" Detective Kendall asks.
"No, I just got off the phone with Adam, we have a safe word if something were to ever happen to us, he just said that safe word. It sounded like they were driving. He said he was going to Pennsylvania to visit his mom," Kyle explains.
"I thought he wasn't supposed to be driving that long of a distance," Detective Kendall says. "I'm sending a team out to investigate his home. Hold on."
"He's not," Kyle says. "Thank you, Detective Kendall."
"We are getting reports of others also going missing," Detective Kendall says.
Russo pulls the van over, Cornette forcing Cole out of the van.
"If you've got to pee, go now," Cornette says. "You'll be sitting in the front with Vince the rest of the ride." Cole looked in front of him, there was a fence that he'd have to jump over to run. Cole gulps when he hears the cocking of a gun. "Don't even think about running." Cole finishes up, being handed a hand sanitizer. Cole is pushed to the passenger seat. He looked over at Russo, gulping. He thought he wasn't ever going to see the man again. Cole gets as close to the door as possible, but it doesn't matter. Russo is petting his hair. When Russo's hand starts to go lower, Cole slaps it down.
"Don't touch me," Cole says. Russo grins pulling his hand back.
"We are going to have so much fun together," Russo says.