Taken For Ransom (An Ianthony Story)

Chapter 1

"Anthony!!" I hear my mom calling from a distance. I moan, "Whatttttt?" I ask in annoyance. I see her holding up my cell phone, "You can't be leaving without this young man!" I moan, "Mom you're so overprotectiveee." I drag out, as I run over and grab the phone from her hands, as I try to leave again, she grabs onto my hand once more, "Whattttt!?" I ask, even more annoyed. "You be careful." My cheeks turn red, "Momm i'm 15 you can't be serious." I say. She raises her eyebrows, "You never know when you might need it, so just in case." I sigh, "Alright mom byee!" "Wait!" She says one more time. I turn my head, "What?!" I yell louder than I intended this time, "Call me if you need anything." "Mom I'm just going to the park to meet a couple friends...I don't need you for anything." She sighs, "I give up. You know what to do. Love you." She says. I roll my eyes, "Yeah yeah, love you too. Bye." I say annoyed, as I run off.

-End Of Flashback-

That's the last time in three months I've seen any sunlight. Now, I'm here, nowhere. I've been kidnapped. My kidnapper says he'll let me go once my family pays the fee, but he has yet to even let them know that I was even taken. He keep's saying "soon." However long soon is. I'm fed...er...sometimes. Soup when I've been a "good boy," and nothing when I am not good enough...well. For his standards at least. My ankle is all chained up, I can't go anywhere. I'm trapped.

My kidnappers name is Harry, he makes me call him Mr. Harry. Right, as if I owe him that kind of respect. Yeah fucking right. How I can describe his looks? Well.....think that guy that lived accross the street from the Mccallister's in home alone...but even creepier and an actual psycho path.

I hear the door slam. Oh god, he's here. I wrap my arms around my knees, as I hear his hoarse sound voice, "Why hello there Anthony. Did I tell you you're getting a new roommate?" He asks. I have an emotionless face, as I just shake my head. "He's your age I believe. Just got him today, he should be worth a lot of money...since his parents are filthy fucking rich." He throws duct tape out of his pocket, a knife, and a couple bags. "I got him in my truck. The very one I took you in mmhmhmhm, you remember that day boy?" He asks. I don't respond. "I do. Ya know...let me go get this fine boy out now." He leaves the room again, and seconds later he is dragging in someone else. My eyes widen looking at the fear in his eyes, the fear I have gotten too know all so well. He throws the wide, blue eyes boy onto the floor, with duct tape still on his mouth. He is scared shitless. 'Poor thing.' I think to myself. "This heres boys name is Ian Hecox. His family are surely gonna make me rich, aint that right dear boy?" I hear Ian's voice, it's muffled from the duct tape, but I still understand some words he's saying, "Of course...of course.....anything you want....dont....will I die?" Is all I can hear through the tape. "I can't hear a damn word you're saying kid, here lemme fix that." Harry takes another ankle chain, chains it onto Ian's ankle, and rips the tape off his mouth. As he begins screaming, it makes me cringe, because I know what happens when you scream here. You ever heard of forty lashes? Well.....think something like that. It's painful as fuck. "LET ME OUT OF HERE SOMEONE ANYONE PLEASE!" "SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Our kidnapper interrupts Ian, as he gets the whip out, puts himself on top of Ian, and starts whipping him. I still have marks to this day from all the whippings...I have learned to just keep my mouth shut. Ian's screams in agony are hard to even bare. I close my eyes tight shut. I don't know what I hate more...witnessing this from the third person point of view, or having the whippings myself. They're both so painful. The whippings begin to lesson, "YOU GONNA BEHAVE BOY?!" Our kidnapper screams. I hear Ian say "yes" through his sobs. "YOU SURE OR AM I GONNA HAVE TO CRANK THIS THING OUT AGAIN!?" "I'm sure!" Ian yes through his tears. Our kidnapper throws this whip accross the room, "That's a good boy." He says. Oh, did I forget to mention he's bipolar as fuck? I am not kidding, he will go from beating you one second, to being all nice the next. 

Our kidnapper, and yes, I am only going to address him as our kidnapper throughout this, begins stroking my hair, as I still hear Ian's sobs. I just close my eyes and allow this. I am too used to this by now it's become an everyday thing. "You two boys are gonna behave now ya hear? Anthony, you've been here longer than this kid. If he starts actin up, you tell me. Got it!?" He asks. I just simply nod my head. "Good, now, Ima go now." He says, as he leaves the room.

I sigh as the door shuts, and look over at Ian. He looks at me back. "He's a joy, isnt he?" I sarcastically ask him. Ian just nods, still shaking in fear. I crawl a little closer to his direction, as he backs away a little, "It's ok, I'm in the same position as you, see?" I say, pointing to my ankle chain. Ian slowly nods, "It's ok. We both have the same lovely accessories, we may as well get to know eachother." He shakes his head, "I-I don't feel like ta-talking.." Ian chokes out through massive stuttering. I chuckle a little. "W-whats so funny.." Ian just barely says, with his stuttering getting worse and worse. "No-nothing I just know what it's like...the first few weeks are scary as fuck but after awhile.." I pause as I shake my head, "It just becomes a reality." Ian darts his eyes up at me, "This is not reality Anthony! This is fucked up!" Ian says, with his breathes becoming more and more shaky. "And illegal." I add. He looks back over at me, "As I said..I know. Anyways.." I put my hand out, far enough out for him to reach out, "Give me a chance to properly introduce myself at least. My name is Anthony. Anthony Padilla." I say casually. Ian looks at me for a second, then reaches his hand towards mine, "Ian...Ian Hecox...it's...it's nice to meet you." I smile a little, "Well, it's nice to meet you too." I say as our hands clasp into a handshake. We break out handshake, "I just wish we were meeting under different circumstances." I add, as I hear Ian nervously chuckle, "Y-yeah.." He agrees.