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[Musings...] The Bathroom KO, chapter 2
The Bathroom KOChapter 2
Copyright © 2005 by John "Reddywhp" Reddy. Permission granted to
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What follows is a piece of fiction. Any similarity to living persons is
coincidental. The author does not condone the activities described
herein, though he has been known to enjoy similar activities himself.
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"Hey John, could you pass me that monkey wrench?" I pass Fred the
wrench by the tail as I'm being jostled by the pack of wolves passing
by. "Bill, could you keep it down in here? These wolves are being
really rambunctious. Bill? Bill!" The jostling keeps getting
worse . . .. . . I wake slowly, being bounced around. 'Augh, I hate
waking from KOs', I think. My face is planted against a molded plastic
floor. Another bounce. I try opening my eyes and meet resistance... and
I instantly recognize that tackiness on my face, 'Duct tape'. I can
feel the tape wrapped all the way around my head, and I silently thank
the universe for the fact I got a high & tight haircut the day before.I
try not to make too much noise, trying to figure out what's going on
and where I am, but I let out a grunt when I'm bounced again. The floor
slams up against me. 'It sounds like I'm inside something... must be a
suburban... Marcus brought the SUV? But his leathers...'My hands are
cuffed behind me, and I'm lying on my side. It feels like the tape is
still on my legs. My right arm's gone completely numb, 'Damnit'. I roll
onto my chest, to give my arm a chance to wake up. That damned piss gag
is still in, and my jaw is aching. 'At least he was kind enough to tuck
my cock back in my pants.'I soon break out of my analytical state and
start worrying. I have no idea how long I've been out, where I am, or
where we're going. I fight down the nausea welling up in my throat...
equal parts queasiness from the chloroform and fear.The vehicle grinds
to a sharp stop and I half roll, half slide forward and slam into
something... the back seats, I imagine. My head thumps against the side
wall, and I let escape "Augh!" Someone up front speaks, "Oh, you're
awake back there? Don't worry, we'll be dealing with you soon
enough."'Ugh, like my head didn't hurt enough from the chloro... now
this. Was that Marcus's voice?' I still didn't know how I'd been moved
the several hundred feet from the bathroom in the office. Were we still
on the corporate campus? 2300 acres isn't exactly small.The
transmission shifts, and I hear the ratcheting of the parking brake
engaging. A car door opens and closes, and my nerves start up again. My
breathing increases, and I can smell the stale piss on myself from
earlier. Another door opens, and I hear some rattling in the front
seats, metal scratching metal, and then the door slams shut.I hear the
rear door of the car open up, and a blast of fresh air blows over me.
The night air feels cool on my soaked skin. I start to notice an odd
smell in the air when I hear a clicking sound in front of me, and
Marcus tells me, "Now you're going to behave," and before I can respond
at all, I feel the edge of a blade against my face. I freeze...The
knife is slowly, but carefully dragged backwards from my forehead, back
behind my ear. I don't think he's cutting... but I'm scared... the
whimpering sneaks out through the piss gag. The blade drags down over
the duct tape, behind my ear. I feel the sharp bite of the blade
pushing up into my ear just behind my jaw line. I inhale quickly,
preparing for the worst, when the knife quickly slides up behind my ear
with a ripping sound. The blood drains from my face . . .. . . out of
shock and fear. I felt nothing other than the tug of the duct tape as
the knife cut through it. I hear a *snikt* as he pulls the knife away
from my face. I breathe a sigh of relief... however short-lived.I feel
his right hand grasping the tape behind my ear, and I quickly forced my
eyes shut as he ripped the tape off. "Auh!" It felt like my eyelids
were being ripped off. My earlier thanks for having my head shaved
faded from memory. I blinked briefly, trying to open my eyes despite
the tackiness of the tape residue. As I blinked away the blurriness, I
heard that click again as I saw Marcus pointing a semi-automatic
handgun at my face."Now like I said, John. You're going to be a good
boy and behave, aren't you?" I nodded slowly. "Now I'm going to give
you the keys to your cuffs". He pulls his knife back out, and quickly
slices the tape on my ankles and knees, leaving the remnants of the
tape attached to my jeans. Stepping back, he tucked the knife away
again. "When I give you the keys, you're going to unlock the cuffs, put
them down, and /slowly/ climb out of the truck. You can even take off
the gag if you want. Nod if you understand."Seeing a light at the end
of the tunnel, I nodded as instructed. Marcus tossed the handcuff keys
into the back of the SUV with me, and stepped back about 6 paces. I
scooted forward to I could grab the keys off the floor, with my hands
cuffed behind my back. Not an easy thing to do, considering my arm was
still pretty numb. I managed to get the key with my left hand and work
my hands free.Sitting up, I felt my head clear and caught my first
whiff of sea air. I used the time it took me to take off the gag to
look around. I caught a glimpse of a wheelbarrow in the middle seats.
That explains how he got me into the SUV. The next sight was the sandy
beach to go with the ocean air that I was smelling. Which figures...
Long Island *is* an island after all. But no landmarks that I could see
to suggest where on the island we were.As instructed, I slowly slid out
of the SUV, and Marcus backed up to maintain his distance. As my feet
touched the ground, I almost tripped on a shovel sitting on the
ground. "Pick it up," he said.Finally getting my jaw worked loose
enough to speak, I opened up with. "What for? And what the fuck are we
doing out . . . "*BANG*With a quick flick of his wrist, for the second
time in 5 minutes he scared what would've been the piss out of me, if I
had any left. The bullet went off over the water. I was terrified and
clammed up."Now you said you'd behave. That shot was so that you know
that no one is going to come running if I actually shot you. So don't
get any funny ideas. You're going to pick up that shovel, and walk over
to that orange flag in the ground over there. And you're going to start
digging. We're on what you might call a treasure hunt."- - - -An hour
of digging later, and my arms were ready to fall off. The shoveling of
damp sand had quickly worked circulation back into my arms, only to
have them dead from exhaustion from the shoveling. The only words that
Marcus spoke were about 30 minutes into the shoveling, when he looked
at his watch and said, "Would you get to the bottom of that hole
already? I've got a party to get to."At first, the digging was
difficult due to the dry sand flowing back into the hole. Luckily, that
was only the first 20 minutes of shoveling. I had to dig the hole wide
enough so that the edge of the dry sand wouldn't keep on falling back
in. Then I had to keep the hole wide enough for me to work in.When
Marcus finally said "Okay, stop. You're done digging." I had already
stopped sweating from dehydration. Marcus tossed me down a bottle of
water. "Here, punk, you've earned it. Now toss that shovel up
here.""Thanks," I said, thinking 'yes, thanks your merciful
dickishness.' I threw the shovel up out of the hole and quickly downed
the lukewarm water. After chugging the water, I spit out between gasps
for air, "So where's this treasure you're looking for?"His response was
to toss me another bottle of water. "Here, drink up." I grabbed the
bottle out of the air and drank it down fairly quickly. "We'll be
starting up again in just a minute.""Wait a sec, you said we were done
shoveling.""No, I said *you* were done digging."I looked around and
didn't see anything of interest in the hole. Then I noticed I was
standing upright in the hole and my chest was just barely level with
the outside mound of sand built up around the hole. I had a sudden
sinking feeling."Come now," Marcus asked, "you have to have seen Creep
Show at some point. Get down on your knees and put your hands behind
your back."I stood still for a moment. Weighing the possibilities
didn't look good. All I could muster to say was, "You've got to be
joking. I *have* seen Creep Show and I'm not going to let you make me
drown myself. It doesn't work that way.""Oh get your head out of your
ass, kid. If I'd wanted you dead, you'd be dead already. Not that I
wouldn't do it, but why would I want that? It's no fun. Now on your
knees while you still have a choice in the matter."I slowly got down
onto my knees. What choice did I have? If I rushed him, he could kill
me. I'd never really talked to him at the office, I didn't know squat
about him. Playing along with him would be the only way I'd have time
to figure a way to get away from him. As I knelt down I asked, "Okay,
but what guarantees do I have?""None. I know you're not that stupid.
Now make sure you kneel nice and upright. We wouldn't want to get your
head buried."He moved around to the edge of the pile and pulled up on
what must've been a sheet of plywood. I hadn't noticed it there before
as I was shoveling. It made a huge chunk of the sand I had dug out, and
perhaps more, flow down into the hole with me. Lifting a second, and
then a third buried sheet, I was already buried up to the top of my
ass. I wasn't going to jump out of here any time soon.My heart was
still pumping from the heavy lifting I had done and I was really
getting tired. With my arms dead from all that digging, I don't know
that I would've been able to be much of a match for him, even if I had
gotten out. It didn't take him as long to fill in the hole as it took
for me to dig it and soon I was buried up to my neck. My arms trapped
against my body, no way to gain leverage to pull them out.The
exhaustion started to get to me. Resigned to my situation, I closed my
eyes while Marcus was digging. I must have dozed off because I was
woken up by Marcus dumping a wheelbarrow full of water on me. I shook
my head to clear it, but I was still exhausted. 'Fuck', I thought to
myself, 'fuck, fuck, fuck!'"What the fuck dizh jou put in that water?"
I was tired and slurring, but not feeling drunk.I was answered a minute
later, after another barrow-full of water, "Oh, you finally figured
that out? That was easy. Just a mild sedative-hypnotic. Rather like
ambien, with all the wonderful amnesiac affects. And you drank more
than enough to put you to sleep for a while. And your little bath here
should help the sand to set up rather nicely."He was right. The sand
had started compacting around me, so he went and got more sand to fill
in around me, and build a nice pile behind my head. "Aren't I being
nice here? I'm giving you a pillow.""What tha fuckh do you want with
me?" I struggled to remain in control of my faculties."Oh come on now,
I haven't actually lied to you yet. I came here to find buried
treasure. And now you're buried. Don't worry, it's the weekend. You
won't be missing any work tomorrow.""What do you want with me?!" I
shouted at him as he walked away to the car.He came back carrying what
looked like a miniature tent, or umbrella. "Oh, that would ruin the
surprise. But since you've mostly behaved, I'll set this up... I've got
to run off for a few hours, and I don't want you to have trouble with
exposure.... or bugs. I'll hopefully be back before the tide comes
in."As he set up the little tent around me, I was plunged into
darkness. I screamed until I was hoarse, as I heard the SUV drive away.
It wasn't long before I lost the battle with the drugs and my
exhaustion as I quietly, but quickly, sobbed myself to sleep. I was
truly fucked.


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