Revenge

Chapter Eleven: Finally

Dan opens the door and sees a pitch black room.

"You can come with me Brandon, I will turn on my lamp that's right her-"

Dan grabs Brandon. He grabs both of Brandons arms and puts them behind his back. He drags Brandon to a wooden chair in the middle of his room. Handcuffs on the arms of the chairs, and handcuffs on the legs of the chairs.

Quickly, Dan drags Brandon to the chair and puts a pillow case over his head. He had to put up a fight, but Dan won.

Dan put ducktape around Brandon's neck so the pillow case wouldn't fall off.. yet..

Quickly, Dan handcuffs, and double ducktapes Brandon's arms in the arm rest, and Brandon's legs to the legs of the wooden chair again.

It was hard to move around while putting Brandon in his place because a trash bag was underneath the chair for reasonings.

Brandon was secure. Wasn't going anywhere. He was tight around his wrist and ankles.

"Oh! I shall tie his abdomen to the middle of the chair so he can definitely have a harder time getting out!" Dan thought to himself.

And Dan did so. With struggle, Dan put at least eight layers of ducktape around Brandon's waist so he couldn't get out.

Dan watched. He watched Brandon trying to get out. He looked foolish.

"YOU'RE A TWAT!" Yelled Dan at Brandon.

"You really think you're getting out?!"

Dan looked on his black and white plaid bed.

"So many to choose from!" Dan said.

Dan had loads of toys on his bed for Brandon. Kitchen Knives, Tranquilizer, drills, Succinylcholine, and even a silent gun. He didn't know what to choose.

"Hmm, lets see... Maybe.... Yes!" Dan said out loud in an evil tone.

Brandon was trying to escape.. But it was useless. Dan had him to the chair.

Dan picked up the tranquilizer and Succinylcholine off his bed, walked over to Brandons right arm, pulled up his sleeve, and gave him a shot of them both.

"Nighty night" Dan said to Brandon.