Without A Trace

Chapter Three: Ultimatum

Chapter 3.  Ultimatum
 
 
Viggo sighed and dropped his head into his hands.  He was distraught and had no idea where to turn now.  The police had stated that it hadn’t been twenty-four hours and because Orlando was an adult, it was mandatory to wait that length of time before an investigation could be conducted.  The officer he’d spoken to over the phone assured Viggo that Orli had probably, being young, gone clubbing with his friends at one of the many local pubs and would more than likely show up come the morning.  Viggo didn’t buy that for a minute.  He shifted and slouched back into the couch and pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers rubbing absentmindedly.  He knew it wasn’t in Orlando to just not show up without calling him.  Something was terribly wrong.  The Dane had called every one of the cast members to see if his lover had shown up there but no one had seen him or been told that Orlando had changed his mind and decided to go somewhere else.  So he had no choice but to wait.  The older man sighed and looked at his watch………three-thirty a.m.  It had been about five hours now since the time Orlando said he’d be there.
 
 
The phone sitting on the couch next to Viggo rang and after the initial shock of it’s unexpected ring, the actor grappled the headset out of the cradle and put it to his ear.  “Orli?”
 
“No.  It’s just me.  I take it you haven’t heard from him yet?” It was Elijah.
 
“No. Nothing yet.”
 
“Did you talk to Beanie?  He was still in his trailer when I left.  He and Orli were the last to leave.  Maybe he told Sean something?”  The young man spoke hopefully.
 
“I just talked to Sean an hour ago and he told me that Orli was planning to come straight home as soon as he got those bloody elf ears off.”  Viggo felt bad having to give Lij the bad news.  It was obvious that Elijah was worried for his friend as much as Viggo was.  Out of all the hobbits, it was Elijah who was closest to Orlando.  The two of them together were a constant whirlwind of practical jokes off set.  The Dane had to grin despite his deep set worry as he remembered the time Elijah and Orli had trashed Beanie’s trailer.  Bean had taken it upon himself, during his early morning call to meticulously curl Legolas’ hair with many rollers creating a very sensuous hairstyle that any one of the female cast members would have been jealous of.  The perfect vision of loveliness…..he’d described to Viggo later that day as he imagined what it would have looked like perched on Orli’s head.  ‘With a little make up you’d be able to pass pretty Orli off as a very striking woman.  The next Venus.’ he’d chuckled.  The stunt hadn’t gone over very well for either Orlando or his make up artist.  It took almost two hours to undo the wig make over and it had put Orli behind wrap time by almost three.  In retaliation, Orlando and Elijah had snuck into Bean’s trailer later that week and doused every possible surface with hairspray.  Especially the toilet seat and the water taps….the two items Orli knew Sean would seek out as soon as he hit the trailer door after the night of shooting was over.  Bean had been livid.  He’d promised Viggo that the war was just beginning.   It wasn’t too long after that, that Sean Bean had convinced the hobbits to join him in his plan to sabotage Orlando’s rental car.  This went on for weeks until finally, Orli had replaced the car and, finally getting wise, started locking it.
 
“What about Pete?”  Elijah offered from the other end of the line breaking the Dane’s thoughts. “Try him? Maybe…”
 
Viggo replied cutting Elijah off. “I’ve tried everyone, Elijah.  Nobody’s heard anything.”
 
There were a few moments of awkward silence between them as both knew the police could not yet get involved.  Finally Elijah spoke. “I’ll call Dom and the other hobbits again.  Maybe they’ve tracked him down by now and I’m tying up the line.”  Once Viggo had initially checked with the nine actors of the fellowship when Orlando had failed to show, every one of them in turn had started calling others they knew hoping to track the young British actor down.  A real network had been established and a collective effort to find Orli was put in place between all the Rings actors.
 
“I appreciate it Lij.  Really.” Viggo’s worry and exhaustion was starting to show in his voice.
 
“I know, Vig.”  Elijah replied sympathetically.  “We’ll find him.  I’ll call you back after I’ve made the rounds with the guys.” He promised.  With that Elijah hung up.
 
“Where are you Angel?”  Viggo muttered softly as he set the phone receiver back into the cradle.
 
He’d no sooner done that and the phone rang again.  He quickly grabbed it up again. “Hello?” Probably Elijah again he surmised.
 
There was silence on the line. “Hello?” Viggo pressed as he quickly straightened up on the couch.
 
There were shuddered breaths on the other end of the line, then very softly……”Vig?”
 
“Orlando?!” Viggo choked out and quickly jumped to his feet with phone in hand. “I was so worried, where are you?”
 
“I-I don’t know, Vig.”
 
Viggo’s anxiety spiked. There was something wrong , very wrong going on.  He could tell by the tone of Orli’s voice. Had he been in a car crash?  “Are you in your car?”
 
“No. I’m in a bedroom somewhere.” Orlando replied carefully, then suddenly his guard was down and he spoke rapidly, his fear more than evident. “Two guys have me.  They drugged me and brought me here.” He cried. “I-“
 
There was rustling on the other end of the phone and he heard a sharp slap.  Skin against skin, Viggo thought in horror. “Orlando!” he screamed into the phone as he started to pace the room. “Orli! Talk to me angel, where are you!”
 
“I’d settle down, Viggo and listen carefully if I were you.” A strange smooth male voice on the other end of the line advised.
 
It took everything Viggo had to try and concentrate on what the man was telling him. “Who are you?”  Tremors coursed through his body and he fought to control his breathing as he sank to his knees in the middle of the floor.  He could feel the blood literally draining from his face. “What do you want?” he asked quietly.
 
“As you’re aware, I have your beautiful British whore and if you want to see him again? You’ll listen very closely.” Len stated smoothly.  Without looking to see what his friend was up to, Len waved Denver over to him.  Denver complied and stood just in front of Len. “Take him.” The man growled lowly.  Without a word, Denver nodded and started over to the bed where Orlando lay.  Orlando looked up at Denver warily and tried to shift away as the man crawled onto the bed.
 
On Viggo’s end of the line he heard Len loud and clear.  His heart skipped a beat. “Please, just let him go.  Don’t hurt him.”
 
“I hope you have access to a computer Mr. Mortensen because here’s what we’re gonna do.” Len stated, ignoring Viggo’s plea. “At midnight I’m going to send you an e-mail with instruction as to what I want you to do.”
 
“I don’t have a computer.” The Dane replied.  He could feel himself starting to numb from shock.  He was fighting his tears. “Please don’t hurt him.” He implored. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
 
“Well, to ensure you do I’m going to let Orlando talk to you for a few minutes.  He can tell you what is happening right now.”  Len added.  He strode over to the bed and covering the phone with his palm, leaned down next to the young actor’s head.  “Listen to me, Orlando.  You’re going to tell your lover exactly what Denver here is doing to you.  If you do that I’ll let you go.  Understand?”  Before Orli had a chance to reply, the phone was placed close to his lips. “Make sure Mortensen pays attention to what you say.”
 
Orlando looked down to the foot of the bed where Denver was kneeling and waiting, casually stroking his engorged member, then up to Len, who held the phone for him. “Every thing.” Len reminded him.
 
Curbing his humiliation, Orlando closed his eyes.  He could feel Denver’s hands on his thighs nudging them apart.  He spoke quietly. “Vig?”
 
“I’m here baby.” The older man answered with all the love he could muster. “Just do as they say.”  Tears blurred his vision when he heard his lover’s breath hitch.
 
“He wants me to tell you what his friend is doing to me.” Orlando explained.
 
“I know, Orli. I heard him, just do it and remember I love you.  Hang in there we’ll get you out of this.” Viggo promised with a shaky voice.  The tears were streaming down his face and he tried as hard as he could not to let it show in his voice.
 
“They’re going to kill me.”
 
“No they won’t. Hang on, we’ll get you home Angel.”
 
Orlando gasped as Denver thrust into him without preparation. Viggo heard his lover’s gasp. “Orli?”
 
“H-he just entered me.” Orlando explained in a strained voice.  He kept his eyes squeezed shut against his assault as he spoke.
 
Viggo sat back on his legs then leaned down over his knees and rested his forehead against the floor.  He bit his bottom lip to stifle the sobs which were shaking his frame as he listened to Orlando’s pained voice describe what was being done to him.
 
“He’s stroking me…….trying to get me to respond.” The young Brit whispered over the line.
 
Viggo’s heart clenched. “They’ll pay for this Orli. I swear.”
 
Orlando tried to stifle a groan of pain but Viggo heard it all too clear. “Angel?”
 
“Just hurts.” Orlando choked out. “He’s taking me deep.”
 
“Bastards.” Viggo sobbed.  He felt so utterly helpless.  For the first time in his life he felt completely useless as he listened to Orlando’s description.
 
“He’s running his hands up my chest.” Orlando’s voice was getting increasingly detached and emotionless as he spoke. “His hands are on my throat n-“
 
Viggo sat bolt upright as soon as his young lover’s voice was cut off.  Sheer horror ran over him in cold waves as soon as he realized what was happening. “Orli?” he called softly into the phone. Then yelled. “Orlando?! Baby!  What’s happening!”
 
There was rustling and then…”You want to know why Orlando can’t talk right now?” Len asked calmly then continued before Viggo had a chance to respond. “Denver’s thrusting hard into him, has his hands around the whore’s throat.  Ever hear of erotic asphyxiation Viggo?  Ever do that to your sweet British slut?” Len was goading the older actor now. “Make him feel it so intensely he just about blacks out.  It’s an incredible sensation, Viggo.  Should try it with him.”
 
“Let him go you son of a bitch!”  Viggo cried, tears streaking down his cheeks.
 
Len ignored him.  “Such a beautiful piece of ass.  Gonna take him again when Denver’s done with him.” Len promised the older man. “When I saw him at your big movie set I knew I was going to get him.  Took him just to fuck him, then kill him but I can be persuaded to let him go….”
 
“Please let me talk to him.” Viggo begged.
 
“Listen to me Mortensen.” Len demanded. “I’m going to send you an e-mail.  Everything I want you to do will be in it.  I expect you to follow my instructions right on the mark.  Don’t go to the police or else.”
 
“I don’t have an e-mail.” Viggo explained in desperation.  His voice was shaking with raw emotion.
 
“You have friends, one of them probably has a computer.  Give me their address.”
 
Viggo heard Orlando start to sob and moan in pain in the background, then plead for Denver to stop hurting him. “Let me talk to Orlando, please!”
 
“Listen to me Viggo.” Len demanded sternly trying to get the older actor to focus back on him again. “You have a friend who has a computer?”
 
Viggo nodded desperately even though Orlando’s captors couldn’t see it. “Yes, yes I do.”  He clawed his wallet out of his hip pocket and dropped it to the floor in front of his knees and started searching for Elijah’s address.  Elijah had given it to him weeks ago because Viggo had planned on getting a computer for himself once he was back in the States.  He found the little slip of paper, pulled it from the wallet and quickly read if off to Len.
 
“Good man, Viggo.  Be at your friend’s computer by midnight tonight.  I’ll send you the information about what I want and what I need you to do.” Len replied.
 
“Please, can I talk to Orlando? Just for a minute?” Viggo pleaded.
 
Len didn’t answer but Viggo heard the phone rustling, then Orlando’s hitching sobs close up. “Orlando?” he called softly.
 
“They’re going to kill me.” Orlando sobbed quietly.
 
“No they won’t.  I’ll give them what they want and they’ll let you go.”  Viggo tried to reassure his distraught lover.
 
All Viggo heard in response was Orli’s shuddered breaths. “I love you angel. I’m always with you.  I love you so much.”
 
“Love you too, Vig.” Orlando whimpered barely audible, then the line went dead.
 
Viggo sank to the floor lying on his side and let his grief take him.  The receiver slipping from his hand as he cried without restraint.