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Chapter Two
Before I get to the next scenes, allow me the prerogative of replacing the actor Brendan Kelly with another model in order to avoid the possibility of copyright violation.
The scene opens up with Mike Savage after Suarez leaves the bedroom, with one guard who holds a handgun on him. There is a noise outside the door that distracts the guard. Mike uses the opportunity to kick the pistol out of his captor’s hand. They both grab for it, a struggle ensues. Although Savage is handcuffed with his wrists bound in front, he has a chance to overpower his guard and get the gun.
In the course of the struggle a lamp crashes to the floor. Two other kidnappers rush into the room at the sound and end the scuffle. They lift Savage to his feet with his purple shirt ripped open exposing his white cotton T-shirt. A glimps of chest hair peeks out of the collar as he struggles against the men holding him secure.
The handcuffs are re-positioned on his wrists that now are secure behind his back. Jose Suarez reenters the room enraged. “Mr. Savage you almost got yourself killed. It is a good thing for you that my men saved you from doing harm to yourself,” he begins.
“What am I supposed to be grateful that you kidnap me, hold me as a hostage with these cuff on and threaten my life? Why shouldn't I try to make a break for it?” Mike spits out defiantly.
“That is not the point,” Suarez responds insincerely. “You are in my keeping and I must see to it that no harm comes to you until you are handed over to the government.
“Unfortunately you seem to have more energy than is good for you. Perhaps it would be beneficial to both of us for me to see to it that some of that enthusiasm is siphoned off.”
Puzzled, Mike fires back, “And what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
“You shall see my healthy young American, you shall see.” Jose responds in a sinister voice. “Caballeros take our guest down to the special room in the basement where we can channel his energy for everyone’s amusement.”
With that, they hustle him out the door and down the stairs to that special room. Savage goes reluctantly and doesn’t put up much resistance.
(Now this is getting good!)
In the next scene we see the three henchmen push Mike Savage through the door into the darkened basement room. Suarez follows behind. Suddenly the lights are turned on and the captive squints in the burst of brightness. Looking around the room, he sees little in the way of furniture, except for a desk, some cabinets and a few wooden chairs. There is a floor to ceiling wooden post halfway down the room.
“What is this? Your torture chamber?” Mike remarks with a brave smirk.
Walking around in from of his prisoner, Jose volunteers, "My what a morbid imagination you have. No, my enthusiastic American friend, this is the room where I entertain members of my organization who have betrayed me. It only takes a few hours in this room for me to find out the full extent of their treachery.
“With you I shall be gentle. Your time spent here will merely drain your enthusiasm and leave you with no lasting injury. After all you are my honored guest.”
Turning to three others standing in the room shirtless and wearing black hoods, “Caballeros, take him to the post and see to it that he is roped to it tightly, secure but….comfortable.”
The three quick-step Mike to the wooden post.
They throw him down on the concrete floor. While he kicks and struggles, they unceremoniously pull off his running shoes and dark socks. His denim jeans are unfastened, unzipped and roughly removed. Forcefully they bring him to his feet again. While they hold him securely, the handcuffs are unlocked by one of the men. The other two quickly remove his torn purple shirt and fling it on top of the pile of his pants, socks and shoes.
With his arms still painfully twisted behind his back, Savage is roughly pushed up against the wooden pole and held there. Deftly cords of rope pin his arms behind the pole while more are used to fasten his bare ankles to two widely separated rings on the concrete floor. He is immobile and vulnerable; wearing just his tight white briefs and white cotton T-shirt.
(This is television at its best!)
To Be Continued……..,.,
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