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Ethan spun around to face Matt and Niall, then started walking backwards. “What’s your address? Rick, Conor and Calleigh are going to join us. The kids are at her mom’s. Calleigh said she'd call the Burns crew too.”
Matt cleared his throat and guided Niall down the street. “It’s three-eighty-six Marlborough, unit 1A.”
Ethan relayed the directions, then signed off. “They said they should be there in about twenty minutes, give or take.”
“That’ll be fine. Thank you for calling them.”
Ethan’s hand waved off. “They’re Trevor’s friends too. They get busy with the kids, but they’re as much a part of this group as any of us.”
“I couldn’t agree more. Now why don’t we use our powers as Trevor’s friends to bring him home?”
Chapter Fourteen
Trevor opened his eyes, but he couldn't see anything. Something covered his face. His head pounded and felt as if it were stuffed with massive wads of cotton. Some kind of thick tape secured his hands behind his back, so he couldn’t move them. His bare feet sat on a cold, hard surface—if the grit under his toes told him anything, it was probably concrete. Someone lashed his ankles to the legs of whatever chair that held him with the same adhesive. Trevor’s skin pimpled as the damp air settled on exposed skin.
“So you’re finally awake? I’d begun to worry I misjudged the dosage.”
Trevor’s throat felt as though he’d swallowed sandpaper, but he croaked out, “Who are you? What do you want?”
“I’m hurt, Trevor. Do you not recognize the voice of your master? You’ve been a very naughty pet, playing in other people’s backyards.”
Trevor wanted to say something smart, but he realized it was probably best not to antagonize the psycho holding him hostage. Not until he had the use of over three senses helping him.
“I don’t know—”
“Stop talking. I’ll let you know when I want to hear something from you. In fact…”
The distinctive rending of duct tape filled the air, then the pungent smell of chemicals assaulted Trevor’s nose. He jerked in the chair. Using all the strength in his legs, he tried to push against the floor. He twisted his hips and found himself at a precarious tilt until a hand tunneled in his hair and yanked with enough force to make Trevor yelp. The chair righted itself with a smack against the ground, and vibrations reverberated up Trevor’s body with the impact.
“Sit still and shut up.”
The tape covered Trevor’s lips, and tears dampened the blindfold covering his eyes. Trevor tried to twist his head away, but the hand in his hair tightened, and he felt a pair of lips at his ear.
“Now, lover, you and I are going to have a little chat. If you’re a good boy then I might take the tape off so we can do more pleasurable things with those lips of yours.”
Trevor’s gut rolled, and he tried to slow his breathing through his nose so as not to puke. His tongue tingled and went numb. Trevor knew it was from the tape covering his body. He’d always avoided the stuff because he seemed to have this kind of reaction.
“Nice. Now, first off, I think we need to get you more comfortable.”
Fingers began plucking at the buttons of Trevor’s shirt, their touch almost gentle. When the fingers ended up at Trevor’s waistline, he tried to squirm away from the probing digits.
“Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’ll take care of you.”
What the fuck? Is this a seduction or abduction?
Trevor’s chest heaved, and he pulled at the binding around his wrists. The tape held him immobile, with no give whatsoever. Fingers now danced around his crotch, and the whisky he’d had earlier once again threatened to make an appearance. The button on his jeans came undone, and the zipper lowered. Trevor thanked whatever gods existed in the universe that the psycho’s touch went no further.
“There now, isn’t that better?”
Trevor didn’t move for several heartbeats. A smack on the back of his head rewarded his efforts.
“I asked you a question, boy!”
Trevor tried to nod, but it was getting harder to hold his head up. A hand smoothed down Trevor’s chest, and a thumb brushed over his pebbled nipple.
“You’re looking good, pet. At least those whores you’ve taken up with keep you fed. I think you’ve even bulked up a little. Not too much. Not enough to really change this sweet little body of yours, but nice all the same. I have to admit, a few months ago you had started to look a little skinny, even for you.”
A terrible screech filled the room. The sound echoed off the walls. He must be in a basement or something. That would explain the cold, damp air. The screech became a bang, and Trevor jolted.
