Scott Kidnapped Part 1

Author: crueldrago
Title: Scott Kidnapped Part One
Date: 20 June 2009

Scott walked down the deserted alleyway, he had been out with a few mates after football practice but knew he had to get home as he was due to be at work in the morning, the dusk was drawing in as he passed by the last building before he reached the canal tow path.

The 28 year old thought of stuff he had to get done when he reached home as he walked down the desolate path beside the murky green canal, he pulled his bag back up onto his shoulder as the sweaty footie kit had shifted the weight and caused the shoulder strap to slip on his blue Adidas tracksuit top. He carried on walking unaware he was being watched from further down the path.

He walked for another ten minutes thinking of how he managed to let that keeper save that all important goal that he had kicked so well, his light blue Nike TN’s making a crunching noise as he walked on the badly maintained path, he hadn’t heard someone creeping up behind him.

All of a sudden he felt a muscled arm wrap around his neck and a hand grab a wrist and push it up his back, he let out a yelp as he was taken completely off guard, he struggled but the arm around his neck tightened it’s grip and he fell on his knees on the path, seemingly with the use of a third hand the assailant pulled something over Scott’s head rendering him totally blind, he tried to fight back and managed to get his left hand up to his face to pull whatever it was on his head off so that he could see what was happening and get away. The attacker noticed what he was doing and forced his body forward and with a pull that felt to Scott as though his arms would pop from his shoulder sockets as both of his wrists were forced high behind his back, he gasped and let out a grunt in pain “Get the fuck off me”! he yelled as he all of a sudden felt the cold steel of handcuffs lock closed around his wrists, he was beyond worried at this point and threw himself to the ground falling onto his side, his legs kicking out in the direction of his attacker. The attacker stood back and looked around, he had been here before and knew there would be no help for his victim, this place was industrial and deserted at night, the closest person was probably 3 miles away. He watched as Scott’s legs kicked out powerfully trying to land a blow on the attacker, he kept out a range of the trainers and feet as they went mad trying to find him. He reached inside his pocket and pulled out a roll of wide silver duct tape, tearing a strip off he circled around Scott as he lay there kicking on the path so that he was stood above the helpless lad’s head. He watched as Scott continued to kick in the wrong direction, his head scraping on the ground to try and get the bag off of his head so he could see again.

“Let me the fuck out of these cuffs! This isn’t fucking funny anymore guys” Scott yelled at the top of his voice, nervousness creeping in as he hadn’t heard more than one person and he had yet to say anything, he wasn’t at all sure this was a joke anymore.

The attacker crouched beside Scott’s head and pulled the bag up to reveal the lad’s mouth, Scott put up even more of a fight as he felt the bag being lifted and could see the remains of the day’s light again for a moment. The attacker once revealing Scott’s mouth from the bag held Scott’s head down to the path with one hand as he stuck the tape over his lips to silence him, Scott tried his best to shake his head from side to side to stop the tape going on anymore that it already had but it was useless and suddenly he found himself unable to do much more than grunt as his gag sealed his mouth closed. The bag pulled back down over his head and tied around his neck to stop him from being able to shake it from his head.

Scott lay on the path still kicking and grunting as loud as he could, the attacker however mindful of the amount of time he had been there already with Scott on the ground handcuffed turned his attention to the kicking legs and now slightly muddy TN’s, he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a thick white plastic cable tie, he stood up for a moment and took a step toward Scott’s waist and lifted his leg so that he was stood with a foot either side of Scott’s struggling form, he sat down quickly

“Mmmmmpppphhh, Mmmmmpppphhhh” Scott grunted as the air was knocked out of him for a second, feeling the weight of his attacker land full force on his waist effectively pinning him to the ground. The Attacker leaned forward and pulled the cable tie around Scott’s knees pinning his legs together reducing his kicking to flops rather than kicks capable of hurting anyone, he checked the cable tie to make sure it was tight and then reached into his pocket for another one, this time he was going for the white socked ankles of the helpless lad. He stood up and walked around Scott until he reached the TN’s as they flailed about still bumping into the path and scuffing the heels of the trainers as they hit the dirt hard as he tried to lift his feet high enough to kick the attacker.

The attacker in one swift motion waiting until his prize had lifted his feet high enough from the ground wrapped an arm around Scott’s ankles while his other hand wrapped the cable tie over the bottom of his tracksuit bottoms, then in it clicked and pulled tight rendering Scott’s feet helpless.

He stood up now and reached down rolling Scott onto his side, the lad still grunting and trying to fight but unable to see or speak it was futile, the attacker lifted him from the ground with relative ease and had Scott stood on his bound feet in the blue Nike TN’s wobbling trying to keep his balance. He stood in front of the lad and placed his hand on Scott’s shoulder to keep him from falling into the cold dirty water of the canal beside them. He bent down and picked up the Nike sports bag from the side of the path and placed it over his right shoulder, he then got in close to Scott so that he could smell his sweat as he stood there still grunting for help and shaking a little from the adrenaline rush of the last five minutes, he could hear Scott breathing heavily through his nose behind the cloth of the bag over his head and feel the shaking through his shoulder, he got in closer and bent down slightly and then putting an arm around the tied lads body lifted him over his shoulder, Scott struggling to get free but knowing it is hopeless and he was going nowhere without the attacker letting him go.

The attacker walked down the path with a sports bag over one shoulder and Scott over the other, Scott’s cable tied legs sticking out in front of the guy carrying him his TN’s and bound ankles bobbing up and down with each step. He felt the attacker walked down a slight slope as he tried to roll off the attacker’s shoulder, he knew it would hurt but if he could only roll off it would slow the guy down and hopefully give him time to be found by someone that could help. He felt the attacker stop walking and heard something metallic click, he really threw himself around now, trying his hardest to fall free but the hand holding him across his backside gripped harder to keep him from falling.

The attacker pulled open the boot of the car and lent forward dropping the bound feet of Scott into the left hand side of the boot, then swinging the body of the bound lad around in front of him he placed his backside into the boot and then the rest of his body so that he was sat upright in the boot of the vehicle. Scott continued to grunt wildly and shake his head as he felt what was happening and realised he was being placed into the boot of a car to be taken away. The attacker pushed on his bagged head until he could close the boot lid without bashing Scott on the head.

Scott struggled as his head was pushed down further into the boot, sliding onto his side as he was pushed then he heard the thump of the boot lid closing above him and then silence for a moment before he heard another thump as the car door was closed and the driver took his seat.

The engine started and Scott could feel the car moving, he explored his dark little world around him, pushing against the side with his bound feet, unable to feel much through the now sweaty TN’s that were on his feet, he reached around behind his back with his cuffed hands and felt only the carpet of the interior, it was then he remembered his mobile in his tracksuit pocket. Reaching around as best he could he managed strain his arms and fingers just enough to reach the edge of the zipper that held the pocket closed, his finger ends were still wet from the rolling around on the path he had been doing moments earlier and the zip kept slipping from the grasp of the two fingers he had managed to reach it with. After several failed attempts and feeling the sweat break out all over his bound body both with fear and exertion he finally managed to pull the zip open enough for the mobile to slide out of his pocket onto the boot’s floor in front of him. He soon realised he would have to try and turn over to reach the phone and in this confined space that was hardly going to be easy but he knew that it was going to be his only way out of here. With a few deep breaths he started to turn onto his back, the handcuffs digging into his back just above the waistline of his trackie bottoms which had been pulled down a little while he was being carried and now exposed the waistband of his white CK boxers, he took a moment to breathe again, the air in whatever was over his head was getting warm and he could feel the sweat running down his face and onto his gag, he had to move again and try to roll onto his other side, pushing his feet against the side of the car boot and sliding his arms from one side of his back to another he managed to almost flop onto right hand side, his back thankful for the relief of not having to lay on the steel cuffs which held his hands behind his back so securely. He moved his cuffed hands around behind him, fingers straining exploring the darkness trying to find the mobile that had dropped out of his pocket, the motion of the car not helping at all and the lack of room. Finally he felt the phone brush against his hand, he managed to grab the phone before it slid away as the car turned a corner sharply. As he knew he couldn’t see the keys to dial any number or use the menu to call anyone particular he fiddled with the phone in his cuffed hands and managed to press the answer key, this dialled his last called number, he could just make out the ringing over the road and engine noise in the boot of the car, he started to grunt as loud as he could through his gag so that someone might hear him on the other end of the phone, he had no idea if anyone could hear him or had even answered but he kept grunting as loud as he could hoping for some help. It was at this point the felt the car pull up and realised the engine noise had stopped as the car had been turned off. The thud of the car door opening and closing again made him jump and he tried to hide the phone in his trackie bottoms pocket but it slipped from his hand again and fell into the boot.

The attacker walked around to the back of the car which was now parked in a double garage which to one side had a door that led into a house. The garage door finished closing on it’s electric mechanism as the attacker reached the boot latch, he reached down and popped the lid, slowly lifting it to find that Scott had rolled over onto his right side, immediately the attacker’s eyes focused on the brightly lit screen of Scott’s mobile phone which lay open in the bottom of the boot inches from Scott’s hands, he reached down and without a word picked it up and smashed it against the side of the car, making sure he removed the battery he threw it to the far end of the garage.

“Been trying to make a call then Scott?” The attacker spoke for the first time since grabbing the lad from the canal tow path. Scott grunted into his gag and his head fell limp against the carpet beneath it in frustration and defeat.

The attacker smiled as he reached into the boot and wrapped his arms around the sweaty bound lad and lifted him clean out of the boot helping him to stand once again on his bound feet, wobbling Scott stood still trying to keep his balance by shifting his weight around inside the Nikes moving from heel to toe to keep upright.