The Wine Cellar

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Kyle paces the room frustrated, there isn’t exactly a lot to do in a wine cellar. He’d been tempted to start smashing shit just for the spite of it all, but swiftly realised that would just leave him standing in wine and broken glass. Which would inconvenience him a lot more than it would bother Dee Dee. He kicks the door every now and then just to see but kicking in a door isn’t like how it seems to work on TV. He hasn’t slept in something like two days and he’s really starting to feel it. That and the caffeine withdrawal. He’s tried lying down on the floor but he’s too fidgety and nervous to actually sleep.

He rubs his eyes to fight off the intense headache that’s been building the past few hours and yawns widely. Since the drugs have worn off everything has started to feel extremely real, even if his memory of everything that happened yesterday is a little hazy. It’s not hazy enough for him to completely pretend it didn’t happen. He really is kidnapped, he really did have sex with his kidnappers, he really doesn’t know exactly how he’s going to get out. This is a lot too much for him to handle, especially with absolutely nothing to distract himself with. He wants to scream or cry or hyperventilate or something, instead he just paces the room and tries to think of a way out.

Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee
Today was not a good day. Dee Dee had woken up to the incessant vibrating of his phone against the beside table that was mistaken for a call until he crawled across the California king-sized mattress to find his screen polluted with tweets and text messages. Groggy and hungover he scrolled through to find the root of it all– Holtman's granddaughter had posted a series of tweets about him that had gained traction in just a few minutes.

He'd reported the tweets and taken a moment to regret not fucking that guy with the informatics company before simply shutting off his notifications to give himself some more time to think. Starting off by taking a long shower, getting dressed in some floral silken robes, and proceeding to cover every inch of exposed skin with rubber gloves and boots, a mask, goggles, and even a cap to conceal his head and ears before heading out to visit his hostage. He wasn't taken any chances after last night's little incident.

As he walked down the call he waved to the young woman fixed with a gas mask that he obscenely overpaid to give Holtman his meals and the occasional sponge bath before heading for the kitchen. Two poached eggs on toast, arugula, Earl Grey, raspberries, and half a bar of Xanax: a balanced breakfast. Dee Dee picked up the tray and headed straight for the wine cellar, entering the passcode only he and Holtman knew and shutting the door behind him before Kyle could even conceive the idea of escaping.

"I can hear your kicking from upstairs" he remarked bitterly, placing the food on the floor and straightening up again "if you need a distraction I'll get you a magazine but that mahogany is worth more than you've got. If you break anything you'll be paying for it with a kidney, a lung, and whatever else I can snip out of you before you little friends collect you, understood?"

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When the door opens Kyle shifts to the back of the cellar, mostly to avoid spooking Dee Dee into using the flower power on him again. He feels just the tiniest bit smug that Dee Dee is also feeling avoidant, dressed as he is to hide his skin. Really he doesn’t think one blister is worth so much fuss but the threat of more is probably a big deal to someone as full of themselves as Dee Dee. “Nice hat.”

He looks over the food and can’t quite decide if a platter is obnoxious or if he’s grateful Dee Dee is giving him real food. Eggs felt like a luxury at this point, he hadn’t been able to afford them for a while, save the occasional breakfast burrito when he had some extra. He stays where he is though, for at least as long as Dee Dee is in the room. “I wouldn’t mind some entertainment. I kinda got bored reading wine labels. You got a book in this big damned house?” He rolls his shoulders and tries to look casual, even if Dee Dee feels like much more of a threat than he did when Kyle was stoned.

August 27, 2018

Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee
Dee Dee placed the tray on the floor and scooted it closed to Kyle using his foot as to not feel like a servant. "Plenty" he assured the hostage "none that are particularly enjoyable but maybe some business reviews would do you some good." Holtman had an impressive library of books in his study, not that Dee Dee found it to be a particularly important or even necessary, filled with all the best economics and business literature of the English language. The kind of books student avoid reading by finding summaries online. Perhaps a penchant for self-inflicted boredom was an unavoidable part of growing old.

"Go on, then" he nodded towards the tray, leaning agains the wall and crossing his arms over his chest to make it known he wasn't going anywhere "finish you food and I'll find you a book." Dee Dee wasn't an educated man, but he what he lacked in body of knowledge he made up for in the kind of wisdom that dictated leaving your hostage alone with cutlery and porcelain was a bad idea. "I don't want you withering away in here as long as you're worth something" he remarked darkly, reaching behind his ear to rearrange a strap that was digging into his head. This outfit was so uncomfortable, but he wasn't about to risk one of those tiny red bumps on his face, no sir. "Who do you suspect is coming to get you?"

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“How does someone dressed in that much floral end up with such a boring collection of books?” Kyle drawled idly before getting up slowly to walk over to the food. He looks over the platter for a moment, if this was an action movie he’d be able to get his way out with the fork and his wits but Kyle doesn’t have much for muscle mass or intimidation value. For all Dee Dee seemed wary enough to suit up to bring him breakfast. He settles down and begins to eat the eggs and toast, keeping an eye on Dee Dee. “You’re really gonna stand there an’ watch me eat?”

He shrugs absently, a depressing part of him says no one, does he really know any of these people well enough to expect them to risk their lives for him? Leo was plenty mad, so maybe. He can hope. “Pretty sure I’ve said it before, I ain’t worth much to anybody. Maybe someone’ll file a missing person’s report?” He laughs a little, thinking of that, it’s completely absurd and unlikely. The only way he gets a missing person is if he’s gone so long his landlord doesn’t get paid. “I am probably on some security video leaving the bar with you.”

August 28, 2018

Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee
"They're not mine, they're my boyfriend's" he replied simply, watching as Kyle approached the food and began to eat on the floor like a pet would. There was an awkward silence as the other ate, which he was fine overlooking and moving past but apparently Kyle was not as willing "yes. You lost all your trust benefits so now I have to waste my time watching you eat" he said resentfully, thinking of the long list of things he had planned for today: sauna session session and facial until midday, then lunch, then his daily nap followed by some outfit planning for this weekend. The mere thought of it exhausted him.

"No... you alerted your job you'd be absent, remember?" Dee Dee said with exasperation, unable to believe how his one and only kidnapping was turning out to be such a lukewarm affair. "Lets hope he does the right thing" he wished out loud, yearning for a near future where Kyle was back with his friends and Ernest's charges were lifted. "The security?" He had to try his best not to laugh in the young man's face for suggesting there was any danger in them being spotted at Liquid Gold. The whole place was vacuum-sealed criminals– owned, managed, and frequented only by the vile "yeah... guess I should've been more careful."

"Are you done?" Dee Dee bent down at took the tray without waiting for an answer and without bothering to notice the food still left on it. "Keep this... you might want it for later" he suggested, tossing him the half-bar of Xanax before punching in the code to the door careful to conceal his movements "I'll be back with your book."

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“Even worse, a boring boyfriend.” Kyle rolls his eyes and drinks down most of the tea. “One blister and you lose your shit completely, man. How many times did you dose me with your gross flower shit? You kidnapped me I’d say you earned a whole fucking blister.” Dee Dee is definitely scary, but he’s also a dramatic little shit and it’s hard not to mouth off in the face of drama.

He sighs and shrugs as Dee Dee struggles to keep a straight face. He wasn’t really expecting security from either of the bars he’d been dragged out of to pan out, but it’s still annoying seeing Dee Dee so snide about it. “Yeah well, I’m sure your next kidnapping will go much better.”

He caught the pill, fumbling a little because it’s so small, and narrows his eyes. He smokes weed sometimes and drinks enough here and there but he’s not much for the drug scene. “Am I supposed to know what the fuck this is?” Either way was it a good idea to take the poison flower boy’s pills? He’s not even sure he’d trust Tylenol. “Can I have like a water bottle or something?”

August 29, 2018

Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee
Granted, his rubber accents were probably seemingly over the top considering he'd only received a small blister on his finger but he also wasn't about to explain how face was a huge source of income (second only to his ass). Besides, what the hell did this kid know about being young and beautiful?

Dee Dee had to use every shred of patience left in him not to smack the insolent little ship upside the head for using that tone with him. "No" he said plainly, taking the half-empty teacup from the tray and pouring the contents on the floor "lap that up if you're thirsty." With that the turned around and exited the small wine cellar, making sure to lock the door behind him before climbing up the set of stairs that led tot he ground floor with the tray of food in hand. Maybe later he would be in the right mood to come back with a book and a bottle of water... but he was so busy today it might just slip his mind.

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Kyle hops up to avoid getting tea on himself, giving a somewhat surprised and indignant yelp. He doesn’t know why he expected some sort of hospitality or kindness from someone who locked him in a wine cellar. He’d met terrible people before, it’s not like it’s a surprise that people can be assholes, a part of him doesn’t want to deal with how bad this situation can get. If Dee Dee is too much of an asshole Kyle might never get out of here, and that’s too unpleasant to dwell on. He returns to the back of the room and lies down on the floor, covers his face with his hands and tries to breathe evenly. It’s getting harder and harder to deal with this situation, and the longer he’s in it the more everything sinks in. Home’s not pleasant but he desperately wants to go there.

September 6, 2018

Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee
A couple hours later Dee Dee glided around the mansion wrapped in a designer robe and slippers after spending a good amount of time preening and prepping in the bathroom like a good narcissist. He hummed along to nothing in particular with a book in hand, the only one he could find that wasn't about some unfathomably dull business topic. Of course he would never admit he invested some of his precious time digging through the library until he spotted a copy of The Great Gatsby for Kyle. This his hostage, not his guest.

Baby-smooth hands slipped into rubber gloves, concubine-worthy feet into the rubber boots, peachy hydrated face locked behind a mask, and his soft bleached blonde hair was tucked under a swimming cap once again before he headed to the wine cellar. On one hand he carried the book and a glass carafe of water, and with the other he dialed in the pin to open the door that led to Kyle's impromptu prison cell.

"It's horrendously cold outside" he mentioned plainly as he shut the door behind him and bent down to roll the water over to Kyle and toss the book in his general direction.

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Kyle rolls over slowly when Dee Dee returns, he’d actually managed a light doze and focusing is a little difficult for a second. The water bottle bumps him and he slips up to sit and pick it up, the book lands a bit short but he picks it up and looks it over. He’s pretty sure he failed English in high school because of a complete inability to interpret this book to a satisfactory level. It’s still probably better than lying on a cellar floor thinking about his current situation.

“Sure am sorry you have to deal with the outside world, I’d handle it for you if I could.” Kyle shakes his head and looks up at Dee Dee. He’s feeling too drained to really be witty. Movies have given him the wrong impression of how long someone can stay quippy in a hostage scenario. “Make any progress with my ransom? Or are you just hoping I’ll get more appealing to people the longer I sit alone in a wine cellar? Like I met them on the internet, maybe you hang out with a different crowd, but most people don’t buy dirty cellar people on the internet.”

He takes his chance to drink a good bit of water in case Dee Dee spitefully changes his mind and takes everything back. He can’t really predict Dee Dee’s moods; the other man tends to be a little more petty than Kyle can anticipate.

Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee 09/06/2018
Kyle was right– nobody was really in search of buying a scrawny little thing like him on the internet... or were they? Dee Dee hummed and made a mental note of doing a few searches later on to see how much he could potentially get for a mail order twink. "This is your own fault for not making yourself lovable enough in the first place" he retorted, eyeing the water bottle as it was emptied and wondering what he would do when the liquids decided it was time to exit Kyle's body. He surely couldn't let him piss all over the floor, this was fine hardwood.

"Maybe we can give them some inspiration to move along" he thought out loud and leaned against the door, "are you any good at crying on command?" If he could get a picture of Kyle looking pathetic enough it might light a fire under his friend's asses. "Inspiration sometimes helps, try thinking sad thoughts. Like how bad you are at blow jobs or something" he suggested snidely.

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“I mean… that’s fair.” Kyle makes a face and looks through the book rather than looking up at Dee Dee still. “I kept meaning to be more likeable but never got around to it, you understand I’m sure.”

“I was in the set dressing part of the drama club, sorry.” Kyle shakes his head, pretty sure he’s about to get the shit kicked out of him in encouragement. He’s been pretty lucky in that way so far but honestly the more he talks the more likely it is that his luck’s running out. “Hey man, only one of us had a choice in that situation and you’re the one who decided to stick his dick in my mouth. Call me unlovable but at least I don’t gotta resort to roofie powers to get laid.”

September 13, 2018

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Dee Dee reached into his pocket and pulled out Kyles phone, turning it on and watching with displeasure as the device took forever to boot up. "I was doing a friend a favor" he muttered in a monotone, seemingly forgetting how quickly he'd fallen into place as soon as he was asked to participate and instead sounding like the whole affair had been a burden. "Trust me, love" Dee Dee began in a coy tone, raising his gaze to look down at Kyle "I've never had to resort to much to get laid. In fact, I rarely give it up for free" he added with a smile that dropped from his face the moment the phone came to life in the palm of his hand "now are you going to be a good boy and cry for me or do I need to go get the pliers?"

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“Yeah if I had a friend ask me to go sexually assault someone I’d say no?” Kyle scrubs his face tiredly and sighs. Bad enough the event but acting like it was a chore feels hard to handle. Why did he have to deal with everything this situation entailed when Dee Dee didn’t even want to be there?

“Kay like I can’t cry on cue but like. Come at me with pliers I’ll find a way to get your mask off before your drugs kick in swear to fucking God.” He scoots back a little bit more looking clearly unsettled and kind of scared. “Like neither of us will like what the situation will turn into. I mean honestly do you want to deal with blood and screaming? Like you really strike me as the kind of guy who finds that more of a hassle than it’s worth.”

Chew I Venus I Cole I Dee Dee
"God, you're annoying" Dee Dee sighed and rolled his eyes, shoulder slumping. No, the truth was that he would rather avoid things escalating to a degree to bloodshed– he didn't like the idea of dealing with such goriness on his own and he really didn't know how he would sleep at night with the gruesome images imprinted into his brain. There had to be another way. "You talk a lot, you know that?" He spat, turning on his heel and pressing the code into the door to exit.

There was absolute silence on the other end of the door for a few minutes, but eventually Dee Dee returned with a tablet in one hand and a box of Kleenex in the other. "Just remember you made me do this" he mumbled as he tapped through the device and then slid it across the floor to Kyle "don't touch the screen... just watch." On the screen there was a video playing titled 'Dogs Welcoming Soldiers Home Compilation (sad)' with twenty-three minutes on the timer. The blonde sat down on the floor cross-legged and leaned against the far wall opposite to his captive.

September 15, 2018

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He stares at the screen, then looks over to Dee Dee with disgust and disbelief. “Are you fucking kidding me? Are you just playing a game?” He struggles to his feet and contemplates stomping on or throwing the tablet but that’s too much bullshit to deal with. He covers his face with his hands and strangles out a humourless, mildly hysterical laugh. “Sad dog videos? Are you a child? Are-are—how detached from humanity are you? I c-can’t believe…”

Despite it all the act seems to have served its purpose, as there are tears in Kyle’s eyes as he pulls his hands away and pushes them through his hair. “Is this just a fucking joke? Stick a guy in a wine cellar and like… what? Was there a plan? Oh my god I’m going to die here because you have no fucking idea what you’re doing! Fuck!” He crumples, then, the light of anger going out and he leans back to slide against the wall down to a sit. He pulls his knees up, leans his head down, and covers his head with his arms. He is crying, at least… he doesn’t really know what else to do.