Tied up. That's what he had been for the past three hours. His screams and pleads of help, were all muffled by the tape that covered his pink lips. His hands and feet were tied to a chair, preventing him from running away. The strangers had been looking at him for a while. Their eyes were cold as stone, and their voices rough as they talked. "Move all you want, you're not going anywhere." The tan boy smirked. "You're ours now. You're trapped." // Currently undergoing construction Originally published March 2013