The Drug Lord (Under Rework)

Chapter 3:

"P-Please help me!"
Tears soaked through the blindfold - it wasn't exactly hard to act terrified of his current situation.

Dark stood behind Jack, a gun in hand though he was doing his best to keep it out of Jack's view as he pointed it at him. "Listen to your sweet boy begging to be saved. Are you going to save him or do I need to hurt this..." Dark reached down and squished Jack's cheeks, earning more whimpery sobs from Jack. "... pretty little face of his?"
"Please I-I didn't do anything! I don't k-know who you are please let m-me go! I-I just want to go home!" Jack pulled against his restraints a little - he knew the second his mother saw a video like this her heart would shatter, but for some reason he wanted to help Dark. It was like he needed to repay Dark for the kindness he had shown him so far.

"I need my money back! I've given you plenty of warnings Mr. McLoughlin, but you decided to ignore those warnings. Maybe you'll pay attention to me now that the clock is ticking," Dark threatened as he moved his hand to cover Jack's mouth, muffling his cries for help as he continued to speak. "You have two months to return the money you stole from me Mr. McLoughlin or else you'll never see your precious baby boy ever again!"
Dark forcefully let go of Jack, letting him cry out a few more pleas before shutting off the camera.

The second the camera's red light vanished Dark was in front of Jack removing the blindfold - though even as the fabric fell Jack couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"You did so well..." Dark spoke quietly, trying to help soothe Jack as he knelt down to cut Jack's hands free. "I know that must've been really scary for you but you were perfect. Once we get the video through editing we'll have it sent out to your parents."
"E-Editing..?" Jack instinctively rubbed his wrists once they were free - Dark hadn't tied them too tight so they weren't all that sore.
Dark then helped Jack get to his feet, brushing the hair out of Jack's eyes as a hand rubbed up and down his back.
He didn't like the fact that Jack was still crying.

"Mhm, we'll make sure it's cropped so my face isn't shown. We'll also have to apply some voice changer effects to hide my voice a bit... it's all stuff that's necessary just in case your parents take it to the police."
"My p-parents wouldn't go to the police... not with what my dad has apparently been doing a-all this time..."
"It's simply a precaution," Dark hummed as he led Jack out of the room. "Now, let's get you back to your room and I'll grab you some clean clothes. Then you can get cleaned up while I have a meal prepared, how does that sound?"

"That sounds... a-amazing." He wasn't entirely lying, a warm shower would at least help him calm down more - might even stop the tears that were still falling down his cheeks. The fake blood had left him feeling sticky and his clothes were ruined.

Dark walked him back to the bedroom Jack was given, helping him take a seat on the edge of the bed before turning around and leaving. Dark left the door to the room wide open, Jack could take off running and attempt to escape the Drug Lord's mansion. But he felt like it was just some kind of test to see if Jack would actually take off if given the opportunity - so Jack didn't move from the bed.
Only a few minutes had passed before Dark returned, he looked very pleased to see Jack still sitting where he head left him. "Here..." he gently set down a set of clean clothes on the bed. "It's all clean though they might be a little big on you. I'll have one of my guys go out shopping later to pick up some more clothes that'll fit you better later this week. Until then these will do."
"T-Thank you..."
"There's no need to thank me," Dark replied quickly. "It's the least I can do after destroying your clothes. Plus you'll need more outfits to wear anyways, depending on how long your parents take you could be here for a while."

Dark looked Jack up and down, hesitated like he was going to say something else but he turned and left the room. This time Jack didn't hear the click of the door's lock.

Jack hesitated before picking out an outfit from the assortment of clothes and headed to the bathroom. He felt uneasy about taking a shower in a place where someone could just waltz in at any moment. Even with the bathroom door closed he felt rather exposed especially since there wasn't a lock on the bathroom door. But the desire to feel clean overruled Jack's concern as he turned on the water, stripped down, and got into the shower.

The hot water was exactly what Jack needed to help him calm down - and the luxurious soaps and shampoos that lined the bathroom wall definitely helped. He took his sweet time really scrubbing himself down, trying to make sure the chemical smell of the fake blood was completely gone before finally shutting off the water.
Jack got out and dried himself off before changing into the clothes he had picked out - a black hoodie that looked like a dress on him and a pair of gray sweatpants with legs that went down past his feet. It was clear Dark had given Jack his own clothes, most likely just because he didn't have anything else to spare.

Jack came out of the bathroom and instantly noticed a plate of sandwiches sitting on the bed. Someone had come in while he was in the bathroom but hadn't disturbed Jack in any way, even the bedroom door was closed as if no one had entered the room.
Jack found himself smiling as he went over to the bed and sat down, happily picking up one of the sandwiches. "Maybe this won't be all that bad..."