Handcuffs are not very fun. They chafe your wrists and limit your arm movement. Joey had never been bound like this and he was really annoyed. No, he was past annoyance. He was angry.
"Damn, you wanna tighten them some more?" Joey asked, sarcastically.
The man didn't say anything, just glanced at him briefly before standing and bringing Joey up with him.
"Why do you make everything so hard, Joey?"
"How the hell do you know my name?"
The man laughed a bit, "I don't just go around taking people hostage randomly."
Hostage? Oh great.
"What do you mean?"
The man sighed, "Look kid, it's not personal." He moved Joey out of the cell, "Your daddy doesn't know how to keep a promise."
Of course his dad was involved, he always gets Joey in trouble. The man was- well, not the most law-abiding citizen.
Joey just nodded, "Where are you taking me?"
"Outside."
Joey was led out the door and down a long hallway, with another door at the end. The door opened to reveal a bathroom looking area; with showers, sinks and a large bathtub.
"Look uh, sorry for yelling at you back there." The man said, shuffling Joey inside. "I'm just so tired o-" He stopped talking quickly, "Nevermind"
The man let go of Joey, giving him a "don't try anything" look and walked to a cabinet in the room.
"Here, the towels are in this drawer and there's a change of clothes in that one, don't get water everywhere, the pipes rust." He said, pointing to the floor.
"Ok." Joey nodded
"When you're done," The man pulled a walkie-talkie out of his pocket, "Just press this button on this to speak and ask for Daniel, I'll come to get you."
"Daniel?"
"Yes."
"That's your name?"
Daniel eyed him weirdly, "Yes?"
"Just wondering." Joey said.
They stared at each other for a moment. Daniel's dark curls and green eyes contrasted nicely. He was a very tall, muscular man. Joey looked at his biceps, they were nice t-
Wait. No. Joey was not going to be wooed by his kidnapper..... Now matter how sexy he might be.
Daniel furrowed his brow and unconsciously bit his bottom lip.
Ok. Maybe just a little.
"Need anything else?"
Joey blinked out of his daze "Uhhhh, no, no I'm good."
"Alright then."
Daniel set the walkie-talkie on the sink counter and walked out, leaving Joey alone.
Ok, now time to get out of here. He knew Daniel wasn't dumb enough to leave him completely alone. Joey looked up, no security cameras.
The one window in the room was locked, Joey peered out it. There was no one. Weird.
This has to be a setup.
The only other way out (unless Joey turned into a ghost and walked through the wall) was the door he came through.
Joey thought for a moment. If he opened the door and immediately started running, he could probably beat Daniel, if he was here that is.
Plan B was, well, there was no Plan B.
Ok, here goes nothing.
Joey reached for the door know and turned it- it wouldn't budge. He was locked in. Of course.
Just then, the walkie-talkie crackled to life, "Having fun?" It was that same voice.
Joey jumped and yelped in surprise, he backed away from the door, "What the hell..."
"Don't try anything stupid, Joey. I gave you an opportunity to clean yourself and you're throwing it away. I'm coming back to get you if you are not in that shower in five minutes."
Asshole.
Reluctantly Joey hopped in the shower, ignoring the question of if Daniel could see him or not and bathed quickly.
The clothes he was given consisted of a gray sweatshirt and black leggings. At least he would be comfortable.
He followed Daniel's instructions and called for him on the walkie-talkie and he showed up in two minutes.
Daniel cuffed Joey, earning him a glare and carried him to a different room, one with a bed.
It was still a cell, yes, but it had a bed, a dresser and a toilet. Like a modern day jail cell.
There was a bed outside of the cell too, where Daniel would sleep.
It was night and Joey was tired so after a lot of convincing and begging, Daniel uncuffed Joey.
Joey sat in his bed after Daniel uncuffed him and the cell door was shut.
"Thanks, asshole."
