You Don't Know What They Do To Guys Like Me In Prison

When we made it about twenty miles away I stopped the car, pulling the man out with me. His shirt had ripped on some bushes, and I took the shreds as the perfect opportunity to gag and bind him. When I was convinced he couldn’t escape I holstered my weapon, getting on the ground and looking around underneath. As I expected- there was a tracking device hidden away under there. They thought they could outsmart me. Ha. Fat chance. I inspected every inch of the vehicle, finding every tracker and dumping them. I would need a new car, and there was a dealership about another mile out. I dragged the guy back in, pausing to look at him.

“You will behave. You will say nothing. We are getting a new car at the dealership. If you try to run or inform someone of who I am, I will not hesitate to kill you. Is that understood?” He nodded, eyes filled with only terror. I glared at him for another moment before taking off the gag. “Tell me your name.”

“F-Francis, sir.” He whimpered, shying away from my icy hands as I turned his head to face me.

“Francis.” I murmured, memorizing his facial details in a mere 30 seconds. “No. You are to go by Frank. Never Francis. Francis is dead. Are we clear?”

He nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir.”

“You are to call me Gerard- especially in public. We are friends who have known each other since kindergarten, and now we’re roommates. We need a new car because this one takes too much fuel for our small monthly budget. We live at 274 West Broad Street. Do you understand?”

Frank nodded once more.“Yes s- Gerard.” He corrected himself quickly.

“Good. That is the story for the dealer. We’ll get a junk car that runs and switch license plates in another twenty miles. Then we’re on the run. You are my prisoner, and you will stay that way until I am safe. Is that clear?”

“Crystal.” Frank gulped, shifting in his seat. I watched him for another minute before reaching to him and untying his hands and feet.

“Not a word out of you.” I muttered, starting up the car and driving off.

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