Badass Omega [MxM] - A Reimagining of Carmen

Chapter 20 - No More Running

After

Dan laid him out flat on his stomach, gagged and bound, next to Darren's truck. Then he proceeded to pat him down, starting with removing his battered sneakers and circling his fingers around Kit's slim ankles. 

His large hands, firm and brisk, burned though Kit's clothes. They moved up over his calves and thighs, felt his back pockets, his hips. 

Was he the only one thinking about the last time Dan had touched him like this? Then they had both been flushed and eager. Dan's warm hands had been gentle and teasing. 

Now, Officer Rivers squeezed the bunched-up fabric around Kit's waist and ribcage, checking the pockets of his hoodie, running his hands down his arms and then - though his hair.

When Dan flipped him over Kit was flushed and breathing hard, and not from the struggle. 

After searching his front, Dan picked him up and dumped him in the back seat, on the floor. He got in and started driving back.

Kit's face was behind the driver's seat, but if Dan looked back he would be able to see his duct taped legs at any time. He knew he had several hours before they got back and Dan would have to stop for gas at least once. If he was going to get away...that would be the best time. 

Dan had taken his shoes while patting him down - Damn him. Kit had hid a scalpel blade in a slit in the rubber sole of one of his sneakers, but thanks to Dan that was out of his reach. 

Now he only had one option left, and he really wasn't keen on it.

As Dan kept driving, truck rumbling and vibrating along the motorway, Kit swept his tongue around the cavern of his mouth behind the duct tape. He ran the tip of it along the inside of his lower incisors, premolars, and back to his first molar - where he stopped. 

There he could feel the sharp edge of a small, flat scalpel blade, tied down with a bit of dental floss. He had know Devlin would come after him, and he had prepared this before stopping at the self-storage. 

Kit nudged the floss up, careful to catch the sharp little blade between his teeth . It could easily cut through his cheek if the car jolted him, or slice up his esophagus if he were to swallow it accidentally. 

Slowly, deliberately, he used his tongue and teeth to shift the blade to the front of his mouth and position it so that the tip poked at the duct tape just where his upper and lower lips met. He clamped his incisors down on the flat steel and closed his eyes.

Just get it done.

He smiled as wide as he could, pulling his lips taut against his teeth and felt the razor-sharp edge pierce through the tape and slice through his lower lip. 

Kit winced, suppressing a muffled groan.  

Okay, now what?

Dan had wrapped the tape around his torso to keep his arms in place against his chest. But it he bent over just so... he could reach the bindings at his shoulders and upper arms with his lips, with the little blade poking out of his mouth. 

Kit started to chip away at the duct tape, moving his arms back and forth as much as he could and tugging when the tape started to rip. 

He managed the raise his hands enough to pluck the blade from his lips and quickly cut through the silver tape around his wrists - but he left it on. 

Instead of removing the cut bindings he sliced another cut - hardly caring if he caught the skin as well - so that he could move freely. It was too risky to reach down to his legs where Dan could see, so he left them bound. He also left the tape over his mouth, reaching up to wipe away the blood smeared there from his cut lip.