Taken (A Chandler Riggs kidnap story)

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

This sight made him even forget all about the gun. “No… no no no please, you don’t have to do that, I can give you money, please, I can… “- “SHUT THE FUCK UP” His captor yelled, throwing him down again, onto his stomach this time and placed his foot onto Chandler’s upper back, aiming at the back of his head. Chandler whimpered as he was pressed against the floor once again.

“Hey, make him shut the fuck up and get him ready”, the cruel man told his companion. He nodded and opened the bag. He took out a few long zip ties and a black tape and went over to the other two. “Put your hands behind your back”. As much as Chandler had tried to stop himself from doing it, he couldn’t help it anymore. He started crying.

“Please…” he sobbed, his voice now barely a whisper, which led to the second guy kneeling down and placing his arms behind his back brutally. He zipped his hands together tightly and did the same thing to his feet next. All the while the man with the gun was still holding him in place with his foot, making it impossible for Chandler to fight back even the slightest bit. When guy nr 2 was finished with his work the gun man grabbed Chandler by the hair a second time and dragged him up, even more painfully than before, because this time the boy couldn’t use his arms or legs to actively participate in the getting-up process.

He grinned evilly (at least it looked like that from what the mask revealed) and shoved the young actor, which made him fall right into the arms of the man who had tied him up. He grabbed him by his arms and held him firmly. The first man put his gun away now, placing it inside the pocket of his jacket and picked up the black tape from the floor. He rolled up a long string of tape and bit it off with his teeth. Still grinning he went over to Chandler. “Please?” The boy made one last, almost soundless, attempt to pled with his captors, before the long tape strip was placed onto his mouth and wrapped around his head twice.

Having given up completely now Chandler started sobbing even more. “Oh, seems like we have caught a little cry baby. Haha you want your momma little boy? Well I would not count on ever seeing her again haha”. The second man was clearly enjoying taunting him. “We gotta hurry up now, let’s do this. Boy, you need to make yourself tiny now.” – “You mean even tinier than he already is? Haha how old are ya supposed to be? I swear I’ve seen 11-year-old bigger than you”.

Chandler wasn’t even listening. His eyes were fixed on the box. It looked like a really large dog transportation box, the opening merely as broad as his shoulders, and with a few small slits at the sides and the top. “Okay listen, we’re gonna do it like this: you’re gonna crawl into that and then we’ll put a blanket on top of you, because of the slits. If you don’t make any trouble we will release you from the box as soon as we’re a few miles away. If you decide to not be cooperative you will stay in there for the whole ride. And it’s gonna be a long ride. In that case let’s just hope you will not suffocate under that blanket.”

Chandler slowly nodded. What other choice did he have? The men realized he had to use his arms to be able to crawl into the box, so they cut through the zip and used a new one to tie his hands together again, this time in front of his body. Crawling into the box was really hard and painful. His knees hurt from the hard floor and he hit his head at the top of the box a few times.

“Maybe Mom and Grayson will be back early. Maybe they decided to go home instead of going to the sports shop”, Chandler thought but only moments later he realized that it’d be better if they didn’t come back in time… he didn’t want anything to happen to them.

After a while he had finally crawled and dragged his whole body into the small space, his head and shoulders leaning uncomfortably against the opposite side of the entrance, legs up and painfully bent, his knees almost touching his head. The men stuffed a big dark blanket on top of him, which made breathing more difficult in an instant, especially because he couldn’t additionally breathe through his mouth anymore. He dimly heard the man with the gun saying “Viper? You still in front of the house? Good, we’ll come out NOW. Be ready.”

Shortly after that the box was lifted from the ground and carried outside of the house, the main entrance door making a silent “bang” as it shut behind them. He could hear a different kind of door being opened – probably the van door – and then whimpered as the box was being lifted higher and eventually put down. More door closing sounds and then he could feel the car engine starting, the bottom of the box vibrating. A small jolt and the car was moving, away from his home, away from his family and friends, away from his old life.