Lost and Found

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Brendon woke up tied up and hanging from the ceiling by his hands. Brendon was overly concerned about where he was. He looked around and couldn't find anything that looked familiar.

He couldn't help his anxiety. He decided to tug at the ropes. His feet were at the moist ground beneath him. He kicked and cursed as he scuffed up his new shoes.

He could hear a jingle as he pulled at the ropes above him. He looked up to see a hook was the only thing attached to the ropes.

His head fell back down and his hair hit his forehead soaked with sweat.

There weren't windows around and nobody to hear him. It looked as is he was in a cellar of some sort. Or even a basement. He couldn't quite make it out.

He tried again at the ropes. This time he jumped. 'The rope was just in a loop and the hook was put through it. So how hard could it be?' Brendon asked himself.

He jumped and jumped until he heard footsteps coming from outside a black bolt lock door. He stopped, tilted his head down, and closed his eyes.

The door opened and people were taking. "What do you think?" A voice asked.

"He looks young." A man's voice said as footsteps came closer. "What did you say his name is?" The man asked.

"Urie, Brendon, twenty-two years old, one twenty, from Utah and isn't married." The voice sounded familiar. It was almost like-

"You have a great taste Drew. You could make me a ton of money in no time." A scoff came out of the man's mouth. "How much?" He asked.

"For you? A thousand." Drew answered.

"Good price." Shuffling of feet sounded like the man was walking around him and then the shuffling stopped. "Really good price. Put him in the car and my guy has cash for you. Be sure to put his damn collar on Jace." The man walked away and the door closed.

The room fell silent. Brendon raised his head and was scared for his life. He should have stayed home. Oh, how he wished.

The door opened again and he made eye contact withdrew. "Oh hello princess." He smiled and strutted over. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

Brendon rolled his eyes. "Fuck you asshole." He muttered.

"Oh, baby you'll like what you're in for." Drew smiled. "He'll treat you real good. I promise. Pete is nicer than the Way brothers." Drew smirked while grabbing at the ropes and releasing Brendon.

Brendon fell to the ground feeling lightheaded. "What did you do to me?" Brendon asked grabbing at his head.

Drew smirked. "Just hit you upside the head. No biggie." He shrugged as he hauled Brendon up. "Now, you can't put up a fight or I'll have to hurt you. If I do that then I'll lose some cash and if that happens then I'll make your life a living hell. Got it?" Drew asked sternly.

Brendon nodded. He was hauled to a truck and a duffel bag was thrown at him. His head was pounding from the pain that was caused. He pushed the bag to the floor and patted his pockets. No phone, wallet, or card. Then he remembered he always leaves his things with Josh. 'Damnit' he hit the seats below him. 'But where's my phone?' He asked himself. He needed to tell Sarah he was okay. He needed to tell her she needed to move on. He needed her to know he loved her.

Someone started the car but Brendon couldn't tell who it was. All he knew was he was put in a white kidnapping van. He was always told to stay away from them as a kid. This time he wasn't the one who was supposed to stay away. He was supposed to stay home.

Oh, how he wondered if he was going to be okay.

He looked down at his arms. The tattoos might be the only memory he would have of freedom. He just knew it.

Seeing Sinatra on his arm made him feel safer. The piano keys made him feel happy and the flowers made him smile.

He might have been daydreaming because they stopped and the engine was turned off.

The doors opened and sunlight shined through. "Welcome home princess." A man with shorter hair and sunglasses called outstanding with a redhead.

Brendon walked out and was pulled into a club that looked dead. "It's quiet right now because we're getting new shipments." The man explained dryly.

Brendon was pulled to another cellar with a ton of other guys and they all were formed in a circle.

"Okay. All of you need to do something for me." The redhead calls out among the scared boys and girls. "I need all the virgins to come forward. If it helps we can have you all close your eyes and raise your hands." He smiled and looked around. "Virgins! Now!" He said. Once again he looked around. "I'll check for myself if you want me to. You're my money makers for the first few weeks." He smirked. "And if you don't speak up the ill have to break every bone in your body or hurt you in a way to make you talk." He said and then a few females walked forward. Males did as well. Brendon did too. "Good."

"Strip!" The shorter man called out. "If you don't your life here or another pleas will be a living hell!"

Brendon was the first to comply. He simply kicked off his shoes, slipped his shirt over his head, and started to unbuckle his pants and pull them down when others followed his actions.

The shorter-haired man shook his head in satisfaction. "Good job baby. What's your name again?" The man asked.

"B-Brendon. Brendon Urie." He replied shakily while picking his clothes up.

"I'll call you B." He smirked. "I'll take B, the chick with black hair and the septum. Uh, the curly-haired freak, and the country boy. They'll be fun to have around." He walked away and men came to take them away.

Brendon didn't put up a fight but the black-haired girl with the septum screamed as if she been through this before. "No! Please! Stop! Let go of my fucking arm!" She called out. "Not again!" Brendon couldn't help but feel sympathy for her but putting up a fight wouldn't get you anywhere. Especially in this situation.

They were brought out into the sunlight. It began to blind Brendon. He tried to shield his eyes but two men holding your arms and pulling you somewhere you don't know wasn't helping.

Brendon just wanted to go home.