K I D N A P P E D - P H A N A U

Chapter Seventeen

Trigger Warning: This is a very graphic chapter. I will spare some details, but read at your own risk. Keep yourself safe.

Dan couldn't move.

He couldn't move, he couldn't breathe, and his heart was about to leap from his chest.

Tears were streaming down his face as the van drove. He had no idea where he was going, but he knew exactly what was going to happen to him.

He was going to be punished. He didn't know how they would hurt him, but he knew they would.

He wanted to scream and thrash and get out of that van, but he couldn't move.

Suddenly, the van abruptly stopped and Dan slid toward the doors. He put his head between his knees so he wouldn't pass out once he hit the doors.

His body crashed into the doors and he let out a yelp. The kidnappers heard that and immediately opened the doors, grabbing Dan roughly. They pulled the crying boy into the abandoned house and threw him onto the floor in front of an empty bed frame. They ripped off his shirt, which happened to be Phil's, and tied him to the cold metal frame. They weren't gentle in any sense of the word.

Derrick crouched in front of Dan and smacked him across the face, resulting in a small whimper from Dan. "Hello, kitten. We missed you," he said, a large grin on his face. Dan said nothing, as he was too scared.

One of the others scoffed behind him. "Derrick, come on, we want to have fun with him," he said, crossing his arms. He smirked at Dan, licking his lips. "He looks so much cuter now that he's older."

"Wait your turn, Jack," Derrick growled. "I'm the one who found him."

"Or we could all use him at the same time," the third piped up, raising an eyebrow.

Jack nodded. "Connor has a point," he said, shrugging.

Derrick sighed. "Fine." He stood up. "Have your fun. I'm going to get a drink from the van," he said, leaving Dan with the other two men, who cracked their knuckles.

Jack stepped forward, his leg extended to kick Dan's chest, when Dan shouted, "N-No! Please!" His eyes widened when he realized what he had done.

All three men stopped what they were doing and turned to him. Derrick walked up to him slowly, staring at Dan. "Did you just talk back?" he asked, reaching into his pocket to grab something. Dan shook his head quickly, trying not to start crying. "Well, that guilty face tells me everything," Derrick said.

He pulled out a lighter and looked at Connor and Jack. "Hold him down."

Dan started thrashing, tears streaming down his face. He continuously repeated, "No!" but it wasn't helping. It was only making the men even rougher with holding him down.

"Hold out his arm," Derrick instructed. Connor nodded and moved himself so that Dan's arm was completely exposed. Derrick lit the lighter and watched as the flame lit up. Dan thrashed harder. "Hold him down!" Derrick shouted. Jack wrapped his hand around Dan's neck to stop him from moving. It worked.

Derrick brought the lighter closer to Dan's arm. He connected the flame to the skin. Dan screamed in pain and started thrashing again, causing the lighter to go all over his arm and resulting in more pain. The room smelled of burning flesh.

"Shut him up!" Derrick yelled, continuing to burn Dan's arm. Connor kicked Dan's chest, which made him stop thrashing. Dan sobbed loudly. Connor kicked him again and went to the van to get some duct tape. Derrick continued with Dan's punishment. His skin was bright red in some places, while in others the burned flesh was peeling off.

Connor soon returned with the tape and quickly covered Dan's mouth. He was still crying, but his sobs were muffled now.

After 5 minutes, Dan was on the verge of passing out from the pain. Derrick pulled away his lighter and placed it back in his pocket. He glared at Dan and kicked his arm, resulting in some of the burned skin to fall to the ground. Dan whimpered.

"You're not going to talk back anymore, right?" Derrick asked, cracking his knuckles. Dan nodded, and Jack leaned forward and ripped the tape off of his mouth. Derrick looked at him. "What was that for?" he asked.

Jack took his pants off. He covered Dan's eyes with the duct tape and something was forcefully shoved into his mouth, causing him to choke. He didn't get a chance to pay attention to it, as one of the others started hitting him again.

A foot hit his chest and he keeled over, causing the thing in his mouth to hit the back of his throat, which in turn caused him to gag.

After a few hours, the duct tape over Dan's eyes was removed. The three men left Dan to himself. He looked down and started crying again.

His chest was covered in bruises and blood, and he was in more pain than he had experience in a long time. His arm was red and charred, and he could barely move in. He let out a yelp as he tried.

"Ph-Phil..." Dan whispered, crying harder.

-

An entire month passed, and Dan was still with the kidnappers. There was no sign of anyone trying to find him. He looked like he was dead. He didn't talk back anymore. In fact, he didn't make any noise anymore. It was obvious that Dan had lost hope.

Until Jack ran in, a panicked look in his eyes.

"What happened?" Derrick asked, looking up from Dan, who he was cutting a new scar into.

"The cops were chasing me," Jack said quickly, still very drunk.

"Shit!" Connor and Derrick said at the same time.

"Throw some pants on him and get him in the van. We're leaving," Derrick commanded.

The other two men nodded and walked up to Dan. They untied him from the bed frame and lifted him up so he was standing. They quickly and roughly put on his pants, which rubbed against his cuts and bruises, but Dan didn't make a sound, even though it hurt like hell.

They tied him up again and threw him in the van. Dan hit the floor on his blackened arm and hissed silently in pain.

The van started immediately and they were racing away from the abandoned house. Dan stared at the back door of the van, looking somewhat like himself again. He was filled with the hope of being rescued. He was filled with the hope of his kidnappers being arrested.

He was filled with the hope of seeing Phil again.