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Apr. 29th, 2014 05:49 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
beenherebeforeHe wakes up to an empty room, wooden floors and no furniture. For a moment, he just dry heaves, his head pounding and swirling with dizziness, but he staggers to his feet to have a look around the room.
Aside from the locked door, all he finds is a window that's of no use to him, since he's at least a good seven stories above street level. The only thing he can do is sit down and rest until someone comes for him.
He thinks it's been a few hours before the door opens to reveal the man he'd taken out with an oxygen tank, pure hatred burning in his eyes. He's followed quickly by the one he knocked out with the medicine ball, who points a gun at him with a little too much satisfaction. They lead him through a completely worn-down old building with pipes exposed in the walls and trash on the floor to meet their boss.
The sight that greets him is enough to make him wonder if maybe he's hallucinating. He barely notices anything else about his kidnapper, because he has the world tattooed on his face. The world. Tattooed. On his face. His head is an actual globe, all the oceans and continents replicated in astonishing detail. He thinks about what it would take to sit through the process of tattooing that on and feels sick.
The rest of the conversation is almost mundane in comparison to that astonishing fact. Paul Drevin's father is involved heavily in oil. Kasper intends to send a message to Mr. Drevin by sending pieces of his son in a box until he gives Kasper what he wants. And when Kasper produces a knife and rests it an inch above Alex's right little finger, he gives up all pretense of being Paul Drevin.
They toss him back in another room while they consider what to do.
Aside from the locked door, all he finds is a window that's of no use to him, since he's at least a good seven stories above street level. The only thing he can do is sit down and rest until someone comes for him.
He thinks it's been a few hours before the door opens to reveal the man he'd taken out with an oxygen tank, pure hatred burning in his eyes. He's followed quickly by the one he knocked out with the medicine ball, who points a gun at him with a little too much satisfaction. They lead him through a completely worn-down old building with pipes exposed in the walls and trash on the floor to meet their boss.
The sight that greets him is enough to make him wonder if maybe he's hallucinating. He barely notices anything else about his kidnapper, because he has the world tattooed on his face. The world. Tattooed. On his face. His head is an actual globe, all the oceans and continents replicated in astonishing detail. He thinks about what it would take to sit through the process of tattooing that on and feels sick.
The rest of the conversation is almost mundane in comparison to that astonishing fact. Paul Drevin's father is involved heavily in oil. Kasper intends to send a message to Mr. Drevin by sending pieces of his son in a box until he gives Kasper what he wants. And when Kasper produces a knife and rests it an inch above Alex's right little finger, he gives up all pretense of being Paul Drevin.
They toss him back in another room while they consider what to do.
