MIDNIGTH OF THE 88
Tw: mention/unconsensual use of drugs, kidnapping, stalking, use and mention of alchool, emotional manipulation/exploitation, affectionate/touchy whumper slaughter of the english lenguage
Onna sipped on his morning coffee as he read throw the newspaper, there was a whole page filled with the statistic related to kidnapping: who has more changes of being abducted, who is more at risk, peoples that avoided it, peoples that spend more than 2 months under their captors... and peoples that never got found...
87.9999% of peoples kidnapped in the state of Ferine are never found even after years...
"Well" Onna said lowering the grey paper "time to make that 87 turn into an 88" and he looked straight to the boy across the street, walking to his school like every other day.
The unfortunate one, naive and unaware, was called Seji, and today, he had planned to go to a nigthclub with a couple of friends, and finaly, after months of relentless stalking, Onna had all the info he neaded and just the perfect plan in mind.
The men ran his hungry eyes on the walking figure one last time and walked to his car again.
*
After checking every single inch of the house to make sure everything was perfect for Seji, Onna got in his car with everything: syringes, chloroform towel, ropes, gags, roofies, gauzes, cloth, fabric, tape, handcuffs, pancuronium bromide and a taser just in case, you never know after all, even if the "target" was barely half his size.
He was finaly there, luckily for all of them, Seji's friends had choosen a pretty well adjusted and well manteined nigthclub.
As he entered and saw the masses of peoples jumping and dancing around under the neon ligths Onna tought to himself "wow, such a busy party... i don't think somebody would notice if somebody just disappeared" Just has he tought this he saw him: noisesly spouting towards a friend of his, even if the music complitely cancelled his sweet voice.
After some more seconds of clear arguing Seji walked all the way up to one of the walls, going complitely out of the grups view. "This is going to be easy" Onna thought "more than i originaly planned"
He took a deep breath, as much as the packed club allowed and prepared to have a conversation, then snatched 2 red cups filled with unknownown alchool from the nearest stranger and walked over to his target.
Onna trowed his back to the wall near Seji and started talking "What's a pretty little thing like you doing in a place like this?" Onna was fully prepared to asweare to a cooky reply of some sort, maybe a simple "get lost pervert" knowing the boy's personality, but instead, Seji didn't even look in his direction, he keept staring at the ground with his skinny arms crossed on his... flat chest...
For a second Onna had a little crak in his perfect mask, the guy he had infront of him was the only person he had ever "met" that could make his perfect poker face tremble slightly "Im getting mad at my jerk friends... at a damn party! *sob* how pathetic is that?" Seji didn't even move when he sobbed.
Onna knew that the boy's friends wherent jerks in the sligtest, witch ment that the boy was either drunk or really emotionaly unstable at the moment.
"You know what they say about toxic friends, better forget about them"
Onna said as he leanded the red cup to the boy that took it witouth looking up and took a sip with a trembling "Thanks" as the men game himself a mental uppercut for not drugging the cup, he just lost one of the easies paths to succeding, but the nigth was still long after all.
After a lot of talking, Onna was entranced into the chearfull expression of the boy that was usualy rigid and emotionless, maybe it was the alchool or the emotional instability, but the men hoped it was becouse of his own presence and remember why he was there, what he wanted to do, and why.
Onna checked his wristwatch, it was almost midnigth, Seji's friends had gone home, and it was almost time for Seji to go home.
Onna got up to excuse himself "ill go to the bathroom, get us some drinks if you want, they're on me" and walked to the club's restroom "It's nice to know that high-end nightclub's bathroom are almost worst than the slums" he tought as he took the syringe and sedative from the hidden poket in his shirt. He carefully inserted the syringe in the bottle immagining it to be Seji's pretty and vulnerable nec-
"Is that heroine?"
"It's just my insuline, i got type 2 diabetes" Onna lied pretending he hadn't hear the door open, the faint steps, and the warm breath on his neck.
"I came here to wash the makeup off, i hate not being able to touch my eyes."
Onna acknoleged the red makeup smugged by tear streacks for the first time, and was almost sorry that they would have been washed away, they looked rather cute
"Also, i didn't knew what drink you wanted, tho i don't think ill drink it with you, im getting kinda dizzy"
"Let's go ouside and take some fresh air then"
*
They where near Onna's car, behind the club, where nobody could hear or see them.
"Ok if i play my cards rigth i can succed without the need to scalp him too much"
Just has Onna thougths this, Seji took a break from talking about the men's tatooed eyeballs to say something very different
"You know... for a stranger met after a fight with my every day friends your a really cool guy... what do you say we hang out more a day of these?"
Onna was taken aback, without thinking, he blurted out the only thing that he had in mind
"I'd love to hang out... why don't you get in the car?"
"Sorry, i gotta go in a bit, but i'd love to stay with you just a little longer"
Rejection bitter rejection.
As Seji leaned in on the men's shoulder, Onna's mind was racing with possible scenarios.
Time was running out, Seji had gotten comfortable but was still a stranger, Onna couldent afford to lose it now and was asking himself why didn't he calculated his response better, he should have said "Why don't WE get in the car" had he came off too forward? Too agressive? Why didn't he accept... was there another way?...
Like always, Onna calculated every possible outcome to this situation, and chose the one with more probability of success.
A pity... truly... but there wherent other ways, and he had come with a goal in mind.
He stretched his arm behind Seji's neck separating him from the car.
"You know, you shoulden't wear your hair up like that, it makes it so easy for someone to grab, but will i be dammed, it gives a view to what a pretty little neck you got ther-"
Before Onna could grasp the boy's hair, he got pushed away, in a second, Seji was in a defencive stance at a safe distance from the men with eyes filled with hatred.
"I knew i shoulden't had trusted you!"
His voice lined with angry betrayal
"Your just a creep! Fuck off you damn pervert"
He said showing the middle finger as he walked away, but before he got out of sight, Onna was already following.
*
Soon, it had turned from a fast walk home after a "breakup" to a full hunt as the purple haired prey was trying to convince himself that the black eyed hunter wasn't following him.
In the frienzy of turns and rising adrenaline, sadness mixed with anger swirled into betrayal and fear, making the small and dirty alley's look like a labirint, but finaly, the lights of the streets where just one shady alleyway away and finaly Seji calmed down.
Such a pity that the worst "incidents" happend in dirty alleyways.
In the shadows, with a soundless sprint, the chloroform cloth was on the prey's mouth and nose and immidiatly the air was filled with soffucated hums and dying screams, the prey struggled trying to pry his respiratory ways open, but it was all useless, adrenaline strain or not, the hunter was twice his size, in weight, strenght, and height that granted him the front seat view of the boy's pleading, desperate and pouring eyes.
"Shhh, don't waste your energy, everything will be alright in a second" Onna whispered with a reassuring tone, even tho Seji couldent hear him, not anymore, becouse in a couple of seconds, the frightened eyes where starting to close, the hushed humming was getting quiter and quiter, and in a last attemp to free himself, Seji used all of his energy to do a movement that seamed more a convulsion, an adjustment to a more confortable position, than a desperate last attemp to save himself, but alass, the room had gone quiet and the boy had stopped struggling.
"Cute" Onna thougth as he viewed the sleeping face, it looked so soft and peacefull.
Onna brougth the boy back to the car princess stile in an effortless way, planning to tell "he's drunk" to every person that migth have asked, luckily tho, there haddent been no need to use it.
The men popped the car door open and placed the sleeping boy on the seats, he carefully opened his mouth and sealed it again with balls of clean cloths then wrapped him in fabric and tape.
He forced the delicate looking hands into a cross and wrapped the wrists in gauzez, then tape and handcuffed them, same with the ankles, then tied the ankles to the thighs and waist, wrists to the shoulders, fore arms to arms before laying the sleeping boy complitely on the seats.
Onna also removed the boy's shoes, that way, running away would have been more difficult, even if Onna could have cougth up easily and the boy was complitely tied and sleaping, you never know.
Onna had studied the place to the very atoms, there where no cameras, and as he assaulted the boy non of them had touched anything and nothing that could have been a possible clue had fell to the ground, he even took the boy's phone, turned off the position tracking, turned it complitely off and took the battery out, he would had made a copy of the data stored inside and then would had made sure to deal with the rest as soon as he had a moment free.
After controlling the boy's state and the sorroundings, he got in the car, started the engine and brougth his "trophy", to prove of his succeded mission, his very goal, Seji, home.
Inspiration taken by @painsandconfusion 's "trettening prases" list
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