Status: Work In Progress
Dangeruss & Tazer
Prologue
It was pitch black, when Patrick Kane’s eyes flew open, as he felt an abnormal feeling on his lips. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he gazed up to see a masked figure hovering over him. Dark eyes full of evil burned back into his own. He suddenly wasn’t so sleepy. He looked down and saw that a gloved hand was clamped over his mouth.
He instantly panicked and attempted to fight back and removed the hand from his mouth. What the hell was this dickhead doing? Was it Patrick Sharp pulling a sick prank on him? He hadn’t changed out of his clothes tonight, so he wasn’t wearing pajamas. He had on a pair of jeans and a red Chicago Blackhawks’ fan shirt.
Suddenly four pairs of hands were on him. One hand remained over his mouth, preventing him from screaming out for help. Another pulled his left arm, while another pair had ahold of his right arm. They held him tightly, yanking him off of his bed.
Patrick struggled, trying to break free. He kicked his lamp off of the nightstand beside his bed and then heard a thunderous crash as the chair at his desk was toppled onto its side. He was slammed onto the bed and pinned down.
He kicked and thrashed about, as the hand was removed and a cloth was instantly inserted into his mouth and wrapped around his face. He felt the material being tied behind his head, securing the gag in place.
He didn’t realize it, but his struggle, made him appear to be dry-humping the bed with pelvic thrusts. He was trying to dive backward and get the men off of him. One of the men punched him, square in the back, making his scream sharp and shrill behind the gag.
Patrick’s muffled cries turned to sheer panic, as one of the men grabbed his arms and held them still, smashing them together, so it was easier to bind his wrists. And before he knew it, his wrists were bound about his wrists and pinned behind his back. He helpless shook, jerking around, unable to lift himself from the bed by himself. The cloth, wrapped around his mouth, stifled his cries and he choked on his own screams, gagging violently.
The men helped him out finally, seizing him by either shoulder and yanking him backward to his feet. One of the men let go of him, while the other bent down and scooped up at the waistline. He was put over the man’s shoulder and carried out of his house.
His muffled cries echoed in the evening, as he was carefully laid in the trunk of a dark colored car. The lamps around the neighborhood glowed with a dim light. That was the last thing Patrick Kane saw, before the lid of the trunk was slammed shut, trapping him inside.
He was petrified. He had no idea what was going on or why. What had he done? All he knew was that he had just been kidnapped from his own home, bound and gagged and locked in the trunk of a mystery car.
He tested the ropes out, around his wrists, but his arms were securely pinned behind his back, uselessly. After a few second, the car jolted to a start and zoomed off, away with the Blackhawk forward.
So why would someone kidnap the Chicago Blackhawks’ superstar, Patrick Timothy Kane Jr.?
He instantly panicked and attempted to fight back and removed the hand from his mouth. What the hell was this dickhead doing? Was it Patrick Sharp pulling a sick prank on him? He hadn’t changed out of his clothes tonight, so he wasn’t wearing pajamas. He had on a pair of jeans and a red Chicago Blackhawks’ fan shirt.
Suddenly four pairs of hands were on him. One hand remained over his mouth, preventing him from screaming out for help. Another pulled his left arm, while another pair had ahold of his right arm. They held him tightly, yanking him off of his bed.
Patrick struggled, trying to break free. He kicked his lamp off of the nightstand beside his bed and then heard a thunderous crash as the chair at his desk was toppled onto its side. He was slammed onto the bed and pinned down.
He kicked and thrashed about, as the hand was removed and a cloth was instantly inserted into his mouth and wrapped around his face. He felt the material being tied behind his head, securing the gag in place.
He didn’t realize it, but his struggle, made him appear to be dry-humping the bed with pelvic thrusts. He was trying to dive backward and get the men off of him. One of the men punched him, square in the back, making his scream sharp and shrill behind the gag.
Patrick’s muffled cries turned to sheer panic, as one of the men grabbed his arms and held them still, smashing them together, so it was easier to bind his wrists. And before he knew it, his wrists were bound about his wrists and pinned behind his back. He helpless shook, jerking around, unable to lift himself from the bed by himself. The cloth, wrapped around his mouth, stifled his cries and he choked on his own screams, gagging violently.
The men helped him out finally, seizing him by either shoulder and yanking him backward to his feet. One of the men let go of him, while the other bent down and scooped up at the waistline. He was put over the man’s shoulder and carried out of his house.
His muffled cries echoed in the evening, as he was carefully laid in the trunk of a dark colored car. The lamps around the neighborhood glowed with a dim light. That was the last thing Patrick Kane saw, before the lid of the trunk was slammed shut, trapping him inside.
He was petrified. He had no idea what was going on or why. What had he done? All he knew was that he had just been kidnapped from his own home, bound and gagged and locked in the trunk of a mystery car.
He tested the ropes out, around his wrists, but his arms were securely pinned behind his back, uselessly. After a few second, the car jolted to a start and zoomed off, away with the Blackhawk forward.
So why would someone kidnap the Chicago Blackhawks’ superstar, Patrick Timothy Kane Jr.?
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This is going to be a fun idea! I have so many ideas! Again, I apologize to Kaner, because he is a frequent victim of kidnapping plots. Poor Kanerboo!! ;) ;(