Thomas Sanders One-Shots

Kidnapped- Prinxiety, Part 1

TW: kidnapping, abuse, blood, suggested sexual abuse, Deceit

Black.
All Virgil could see was black. All around him, the darkness was overwhelming. It engulfed him, covered him, hid him.
Why was it so dark?
Oh, right, his eyes were closed.
Cursing his stupidity, Virgil cracked his eyes open, and surveyed his surroundings.
It was still dark, but not as dark. He looked around, and saw that he was in a mundane room, poorly lit by a single lamp on the ground. The walls were dark and stained, and the floor also. The door seemed to be made of thick wood, but no handle.
Virgil went to move his arms, but found he was restricted.
His hands were tied behind his back with coarse rope, he was sitting in a simple wooden chair, and his feet were tied to the front two legs of the chair.
"What the hell..?" Virgil muttered, "Where am I?"
It was only then that Virgil noticed the pain. His head was throbbing, and when Virgil tilted his head, he swore he could feel dried blood cracking.
Creeaak
Virgil whipped his head up (painfully, that is) to see the door slowly opening, and a tall figure stepping into the room.
"My my, we seem to have gotten ourselves into a bit of a stick, haven't we?"
Virgil knew that voice. Deep, drawn out, cold, with a strong British accent. He knew the voice, but couldn't quite figure out who's it was.
"Don't you remember me, Virgil?" The voice said, "Why, I must say I'm rather hurt, I thought our last meeting would leave a lasting imprint on you."
Virgil racked his brains as the figure paced around the room, thinking, who was it?
"Maybe my face would help you recognise me, wouldn't it?"
The figure grabbed the two chair arms and kneeled down to Virgil's level, and lifted his head up.
Virgil had to bite his lip to stop himself from gasping, suddenly everything was coming back to him, loud and clear.
Devon's eyes were the brightest green, and the left side of his face had a large pink scar running straight down the middle. His hair was the darkest brown, combed back and clean.
He had a sharp jawline, with pale and smooth skin, and behind the crazy grin of his, his teeth were white and perfect. He was gorgeous, but the insanity in his eyes repulsed Virgil.
"What do you want, Devon?" Virgil hissed, "Why are you here?"
Devon stood up, "Tut tut, being a tad rude, aren't we?"
Virgil scowled, "What do you want?"
"I thought we made that quite clear last time we saw each other." Devon smirked, "I want you, Virgil, and now I've got you."
Virgil's heart sped up, his breathing quickened, and he swallowed nervously.
"H-how did you find me? I thought you had gone!"
Devon rolled his green eyes, "Oh, silly Virgil, I was never gone. I've always been around, you just haven't seen me." Virgil clenched his fists in fear.
"Everyday for the last four years I've been watching you. I know where you work, where you live, where you spend your spare time, and I know everything about Patton, Logan, Thomas, and of course, Roman."
Virgil swallowed back down the bile that rose up in his throat.
"If you've known where I lived ever since then, then how come you only took me now?"
Devon closed his eyes, "My dear Virgil, one does not simply act out again so soon after already acting, it would be remarkably foolish." He opened his eyes, glancing sideways at Virgil. "Anyway, I've got your entire routine in my mind. I know where you are every minute of the day, I know where your friends are, and I know where Roman is."
Virgil bit his lip.
"Right now he is at the gym, like every other Saturday morning. He will stay there for another hour at the least, then he is going to meet up with Patton for a coffee."
How does he know this?
"Patton is currently at the pet shop, planning on buying a dog, as he said to Thomas the day before yesterday. Patton parted with Logan last night, when Logan left for his night shift at the supermarket, where he works on weekends. Logan also planned on meeting up with Roman and Patton for coffee, but his plans were abruptly changed when he was summoned by Thomas, who had just returned from a date with Leo, his ex, in tears, and required Logan's poor comforting skills. They are currently at Logan and Patton's house, gorging themselves on pizza and chocolate milk. None of your friends know or care where you are, so I've got you all to myself."
As much as Virgil wanted to deny it, Devon's words chilled him to the core, and he silently accepted the fact that it was true: no one knew or cared where he was.
Incapable of speaking, Virgil simply looked down at his feet, struggling to hold back tears.
"Oh, Virgil. Poor, poor Virgil. Let me make you feel better..."
Devon grabbed Virgil's chin forcefully, then kissed him on the lips with surprising gentleness, smirking all the while.
"Do you like that, Virgie?" Devon whispered after pulling away, "Do you like that?"
Virgil shook his head, hot tears spilling from his eyes, trembling.
"Well, too bad, it's not about what you like."
Devon kissed Virgil again, this time with more force. He used one hand to hold Virgil's head in place, and the other he ran through Virgil's hair.
Virgil whimpered, trying to yank his head away from Devon's hand, but Devon gripped his neck, scratching it in the process.
Devon pulled away, and stared into Virgil's terrified eyes.
He pulled out a knife from inside his pocket, and reached around the chair, to Virgil's hands. He cut the ropes loose, and took a step back.
"Now, Virgil, we're going to have some fun..."
~~~
At the Warm 'n Fuzzy Cafe, Roman and Patton were enjoying themselves thoroughly. Roman had a mocha with one sugar, and Patton had a hot chocolate with three sugars, three marshmallows, topped with a pile of whipped cream with sprinkles, chocolate curls, and one cherry.
"I want to know," Roman began, "How on earth do you eat so much sugar and still manage to maintain your slim figure!?"
Patton grinned, sucking on the cherry pit.
"I know for a fact that you don't work out, you rarely eat healthy, so what's your secret, Pat?"
Still grinning, Patton spat the cherry pit into a napkin and shrugged.
"I walk."
"There is no way you can be that skinny my from walking!" Roman said, "It makes no sense!"
Patton smiled, "On the contrary, it makes plenty of sense. Logan's explained it all to me. I don't eat as much as you think I do. I binge on sugar for a little while, then that's my sugar fix!" Roman looked confused, to Patton went on.
"You notice how I rarely eat fatty foods? Yes, I eat a ton of ice cream and chocolate and soda, but that's all just sugar. If I stay away from flour, carbs, and all the heavy foods, then I can still be skinny and eat too much sugar! Given, of course, that I still exercise on a daily basis. Nothing major, just an hour walk each day will do it."
Roman held up his hands in defeat, "My dear Patton, why on earth didn't you tell me any of this sooner?"
"I didn't think it was that big a deal." Patton shrugged.
Roman smiled, "Wait till I tell Virgil about this. He's still convinced that if he eats more than three biscuits, he blow up like a balloon."
"Speaking of Virge, How has he been lately?" Patton asked, "I haven't had the chance to see him much in the past week, what with being so busy with work and everything."
Roman shrugged, "He's been good, a little tense, but nothing out of the norm."
Patton nodded, "Good, I'm glad." He suddenly perked up, "Hey, how about we go find him? I'm sure he'd like to have a little catch up."
Roman smiled, "Yeah, I think he'd like that."
Leaving the money for the cheque on the table, Roman and Patton got up and left the Warm 'n Fuzzy Cafe.
~~~
Blood was dripping from a wound in Virgil's head, leaving a trail of red down his pale skin, making him feel light headed. He was tied back up, even tighter than before. He ached all over, bruising spreading across his arms, legs, and stomach.
Every movement caused Virgil pain, and he grunted as he lifted up his head to look at Devon.
He stood a few feet from Virgil, a wild look in his eyes.
"W-why do you do this?" Virgil groaned, "Why do you get pleasure out of seeing other people suffer?"
Devon shrugged, "I guess it's just the way I am." He grinned.
"Now, how about we have a little talk? I didn't really converse with you much last time because my plan wasn't very secure, but I don't need to worry about that anymore, no one is going to find you."
Virgil closed his eyes.
"Do you have any questions you would like to ask me?" Devon asked, "I'd be happy to answer them, seeing as you're going nowhere."
Virgil looked up, "Actually, I do."
Devon smiled, "Please, ask away."
Grimacing as he did so, Virgil straightened up in his chair, tilting his head slightly.
"How the hell do you do it? When you first came after me, you somehow kidnapped me without the others knowing until the next day, you fooled the police into thinking you were someone else, and then escaped when my friends finally got to me."
Devon shrugged.
"And you say that you've been stalking me for the past four years without anyone noticing, you've got the entire daily schedule of everyone I know down pat, you are so fucking sneaky, and you've kidnapped me again!" Virgil shook his head in bewilderment (regretting it instantly). "So, how do you do it?"
Devon smirked. He chuckled lowly, slowly walking in circles around the room.
"You ask me how I do it? How I'm so sneaky, how I escape easily, how I know everything?" Devon stood behind Virgil and dropped his hands on Virgil's shoulders, causing him to grimace in pain.
"I know how to do all of this because I was a cop. That's right, Virgil. Former Detective Devon Rivers, at your service."