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The Results- Interogation in a Tub |
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The Missing Link to ‘☣☠ Tнє Dαч Tнє Wσяℓd Wєит Aωαч ☣☠’ for the post from SikFox who is playing the character Zander Charles Exodus. But more like the original thought of how the interogation was going to go. ^^
His fingers hooked deeply into the back of this man’s jacket vest, dragging his limp body into the bathroom before shutting and locking the door behind him. Feeling a bit angry whenever he looked at this guy’s masked face, he tore it off and dropped him into the tub. “Break into my house, destroy it, attack me, set it on fire…. I swear I’ll kill you after this.” Without the bug mask on his face, the man looked like he was in his mid-thirties, strong face, five o’clock shadow, with mused brown hair. Taking a seat on the shut toilet next to the tub, Zander turned on the showerhead to Ice COLD. It sprayed over the unconscious body but the man started awake after feeling the icy effects of the shower. He sputtered on the water before struggling against his binds and in the tub. He began to curse and kick until his eyes landed on Zander sitting a little ways from him. “The ******** are you looking at?” was the first thing he said that was directed at Zander. Brow twitching slightly, his hand tugged on the knob under the shower, turning the ice water into boiling HOT, spraying the man in the face. He cursed again, struggled to get out of the way of the spray before Zander turned the knob into neutral. “Let’s try that again. But with less attitude.” The man’s eyes were squeezed shut from the water but he blinked them open, water cascading down his face and drenched clothes. He glared at Zander as he spit out water. “Where am I?” Zander looked a bit pleased that the man actually listened without him pouring on the charm.
”Sorry, but I’ll be asking the questions for now. Tell me where the van you stuffed that girl in went to.” He looked genuinely confused for a moment. “What girl?”
The water turned back to COLD and the man was squirming under the spray once more. ”The girl from the hospital, Latino, tall, hot, covered in blood. You can’t forget her!” Zander turned the spray back to luke warm, waiting patiently as the guy slipped every time he tried to sit up in the tub. “I get it, I get it! Quit it with that spray, damnit. Water isn’t going to get answers out of me.” He threw Zander a dark and not too friendly look, and the millionaire had to agree. ”You’re absolutely right. Water doesn’t do s**t. Let‘s try something else.” Zander got up from his seat on the throne before taking a new position near the tub, sitting on the rim and looking down at his captor. The water continued to run, pelting and bouncing off the man’s black vest. He let his eyes slip into a usual sense of power, blue subsiding into glimmering pink. The man didn’t look impressed but instead closed his eyes. “Don’t take me for a rookie. I’ve dealt with assholes like you-”
“I really doubt you have,” Zander interrupted. “Now, you were just telling me about the girl you and your friends stuffed into the back of a van. Where was it heading?” He hated treating lackeys with any kind of respect or niceness. They were just scum upon the Earth sent to do the bidding of those in power. But whatever it took to get the information, and maybe a little fun. It had been several hours since he had a chance to get a little. He watched as the man opened his mouth, moved it to form the words, before snapping out of it, shaking his head. “I’d die rather than tell you first.” He seemed to come to his senses because he soon opened his eyes again, staring at the end of the tub. Now that just wouldn’t do.
“Now, I can think of better things you can do before you tell me what you know.” Using his hand he turned the man’s face to look at him, finger hooking and holding his chin in his hand. Honestly, this guy wasn’t Zander’s type. He was older, bigger, and possibly stronger than Zander if in the right position. He didn’t like those odds, but with the brute tied up, he didn’t have much to worry about.
The guy couldn’t resist to look up at Charlie when his voice began to sway and swoon the man’s cruel heart. Charlie smiled darkly when they made eye contact, showing off his white teeth. “Call me Charlie. What’s your name?” He resisted his hold, forced anything to come out of his mouth except for his name. Charlie leaned closer. “I just want to know what to call you. You don’t want me to say your name?” he asked seductively. That seem to grab the man’s attention when he suddenly looked straight at Zander, almost like looking at him for the first time. “John.” And just like that Zander knew he was in. “Nice name there, John,” he practically purred the name. The man, John, wasn’t even trying to avoid looking at him now. More like he couldn’t look away. “Now, I’m going to ask again. About that van and the girl. Would you happen to know where it went, John?”
The question seemed to slowly wake him from Charlie’s hypnotic stare and instantly, Zander knew he was dealing with a professional. To keep him from waking completely, Charlie moved over and into the motel tub, crouched on all fours over the hostage. The spray of water instantly soaking into his white shirt and making his hair stick to his face as water trickled down his sides. He leaned his face close. “The van, John? Where was it heading?” he asked softly, mouth inches from the man’s own. The captured kidnapper let his eyes closed as his brows furrowed, whether from trying to remember or trying to resist. Zander wasn’t going to let their only lead slip through his fingers.
Charlie smirked devilishly, pressing his body against the captor into the end of the tub. This got the man’s eyes to open suddenly as he stared down at him. He let one hand trail up his covered vest and up to his face, touching his cheek before burying his fingers into his moist hair.
“You… Don’t want to answer me, John?” Instead of using a hurt pouting expression like women used, Charlie only seemed to smirk like he promised something at the end of this express way. It grabbed John’s attention. “Might have mentions something about a certain street. My head’s a little blurry though.” Charlie only smiled more though he felt he was going through a lot of trouble just to get information. Hell, might as well get something out of this. “A road name won’t tell me much, John. Tell me at least that…” Charlie sat up from the man’s lap, the spray from the showerhead dousing him as he moved to remove his jacket and throw it on the tile floor. The white shirt underneath that seemed almost too big to fit Charlie growing see through as the water soaked into the fabric. It showed off and defined every muscle line on his chest and abs, sticking to the flesh like a second skin. He didn’t need to look to hear the intake of air the man beneath him took. “Lumous Boulevard,” he exhaled, watching Charlie with a wry look on his face. He leaned back over the captured man again, hands pressed against John’s chest.
“Oh, John. I’m sure you can do better than that.” Curious as the possessive flame in his stomach burned his stability, Charlie licked John’s neck, tasting the sweat as well as tap water that formed just underneath the collar of his vest. One buckle after another, he pulled the vest apart exposing the shirt that hid underneath it all. “How about a number before that street,” Charlie edged, nipping at the man’s now exposed neck. The chest underneath him gave a lurch from a sudden inhale. Charlie pulled back staring lustily down at his mouse, feeling his hunger rise. His eyes gone completely pink. “3412. Building’s too big to miss.” Charlie kissed the corner of John’s mouth and when he pulled back the man tried to follow. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Now, close your eyes for a gift from Charlie.” Listening to his lulling voice the man did so without hesitation. Zander sat back, reaching behind him and grabbing the shower head from it’s cradle. He kept the spray to John’s chest. “Open your mouth.” John’s mouth fell open, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he waited for his prize. Unscrewing the head from the hose of the shower, the water came out in billows instead of small streams. Staring down at the unsuspecting man with the look of bliss on his face, Zander had no problem cramming the hose down his throat hole and turning the water to HOT once more. The man’s eyes opened immediately as he tried to yell passed the hose but it came out in gurgles of water and gags.
Zander stood up from the tub and grabbed the towel that hung from the back of the door. He dried himself off, starting with his hair and the rest of him. The drowning man in the tub kicked and struggled and Zander didn’t give him a second glance, feeling his wet pants rub against his hard on. Cooling himself off with mental images of his house burning, he let the towel hang around his neck. He pulled off his wet shoes and socks, setting them upside down near a vent to dry off. He only went back to the tub when the guy stopped moving to turn off the water, leaving the hose in his mouth. He shut the shower curtain and opened the door, moving the towel to try and dry his shirt. “I know where she went.”
 SikFox · Thu Jul 02, 2009 @ 06:10pm · 0 Comments |
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