Felix
The day he went missing
The gunshot reverberated through his skull, and it took him several seconds to realise he was still alive. His breath came in pants, and his head spun when the bag was pulled from his head once more.
“Well, that was a letdown,” he joked, swallowing hard. “I was expecting to see angels.”
“The only angels you will be seeing are the ones bringing you water while you’re here,” the guy said. He gestured to another man, who grabbed Felix’s other arm and pulled him to standing.
They dragged him down a hallway, no longer hiding the destination from him, and though he still couldn’t smell anything because of the heat cream near his nose, he could feel the chill of the air, even through the clothes they had dressed him in. He assumed they didn’t actually want him dead right at that moment, so they provided him with some warmth.
After going down some stairs into what looked like a reinforced basement, Felix raised his eyebrows at the cells. Small, square, metal-caged cells that looked far too well-built for his liking. They stopped him in front of an open one and unfastened his hands before pushing him into the cell and locking the door behind him. The other man left, leaving just the original guy who had been doing all the talking.
“Now you are secure, Mr Jamison, I have a question for you. One you must think very hard about because I will only ask you once.”
“Shoot,” Felix said, rising to his feet but staying away from the bars.
“You have a choice to make. Who dies: the royal family or Brett Cage?”
Felix raised his eyebrows. “No contest. Brett Cage.”
The man tilted his head. “You would kill the man you love to keep the royal family alive?”
“Every single time.”
“I will admit to you surprising me, Mr Jamison.”
“You obviously don’t know me as well as you think you do.” Plus, Brett would never forgive him if he chose him and let the Sutcliffes die.
“Obviously.” The man turned away and then turned back again. “You may as well get comfortable. You’ll be here for a while.”
“Looking forward to it.”
He disappeared up the stairs and closed the door at the top, leaving just a small window high up on a wall as the only light source. Felix studied the area with all his available senses. The cream was wearing off a little, although it would take a while to fully go away, and he was finally getting his taste buds back. He’ll give them some props; they knew how to kidnap someone.
When he saw no obvious escape route, he refocused his attention on the cell contents themselves. A narrow single metal bed with a thin mattress and a bucket was all he could see in the limited light. The mattress was of the foam variety, meaning there were no springs for him to use as a weapon. However, the bed itself showed promise. Felix removed the mattress and studied how the bed was put together. The frame of the bed was one solid piece of metal, the legs having been soldered to theframe, as were the slats going across from each side to support the mattress. He almost sighed in frustration until he saw that one slat was coming loose. Lucky him.
Without care for protecting his hands, he pulled, pushed, tugged and bent until the rest of the slat came off and flung him on his butt to the floor. His palms burned, but he ignored them, wiping the blood onto his clothes. He put the mattress back on the bed, hiding his handiwork, and then took off his jacket and T-shirt. He put the jacket back on but wrapped his T-shirt around the end of the slat and kept it to hand.
He had a weapon, but he didn’t fool himself enough to believe it would work more than once. And he was under no illusion that if he attacked whoever came to him, he would be punished.
Settling himself on the bed with his back to the wall and facing the stairs they had come down, he rested his head back and closed his eyes. He regulated his breathing and took his mind somewhere else. Brett. His boss would be looking for him, but he didn’t know when he would realise he was gone. Jason would undoubtedly message Felix several times when he didn’t show at Book Drunk, but again, would he just leave when Felix didn’t show, or would he mention it to someone? He’d like to think they’d figure it out fairly quickly, but it wouldn’t be the first time Felix had got distracted after saying he was going to meet someone and then never turned up. If he got out of this—when—he would make sure he never took his friends for granted again.
His mind wandered to Brett again. Would he ever get to see the man he loved again? Would he ever have the chance to feel him again? He was eternally grateful to have had that one experience with him in the chapel. Granted, it had been the wrong time to do it, especially as they’d had no time to talk or anything afterwards, but he would never regret it. He could only hope that he would get the opportunity again.
God, the feel of Brett sliding inside him was something he would never forget. The burn as his thick cock slid through his channel, the warmth of his breath on his cheek, the grip of his hand on his cock. Felix felt his body respond and chuckled.
“Fuck. I must be the only person on the planet who is kidnapped and gets hard while in captivity,” he muttered to himself, trying to ignore how his dick pressed against the zip of his trousers.
He took a few deep breaths to get himself under control and then refocused his mind on what he could remember about each of the people he’d seen so far, filing each detail away so he could recall it later when they went searching for them. Brett could wait. Because Felix was determined to get back to him, whatever the cost.
It was around three hours before someone came down the stairs again. Felix has lost track of the time a little, but his internal clock wasn’t completely out of whack. He studied the man as he reached the bottom, striding across the floor with a heavy footfall as if he was a guard. He had broad shoulders, a severe expression and held a bottle. Felix didn’t move, allowing the guard to come closer to the cell.
“Here’s some water,” the guard said. He went to put it through the bars but realised it wouldn’t fit. He frowned, glancing at Felix, who hadn’t moved, at the bottle and then finally at the lock. “Stay where you are.”
Felix nodded.
The guard grabbed his keys and unlocked the cell door. The moment the key clicked in the lock, Felix was up and shoving against the door, slamming it into the guard. Unfortunately, the man was built like a rugby player and didn’t move much, but it was enough for Felix to get his prepared weapon through the gap and into the man’s stomach. The guard shouted in pain, a shout that would bring others, and leaned forward as Felix pulled theweapon free, resting against the door and making it impossible for Felix to get free.