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Wayne walked through the parking garage, lurking just far back enough to not draw in suspicion as his prey was heading out from the club. He was a tall man, broad of build, dressed in dark clothing, and a low baseball cap. He was a Poacher, a kidnapper that specialized in very niche tastes for trafficking. It could have been anything. A rare animal. A particular person, or taste, even on occasion he had picked up some jobs to 'Poach' from other Poachers and retrieve someone. But tonight? He was hunting for a specialty.
 
Kas grumbles softly, stumbling slightly through the garage, struggling to comprehend the words on his phone. Apparently, he didn't have enough money for a fucking uber. Probably went overboard on the drinks again. It was fine. He'd just find some rich asshole to fuck and sleep at their place. He wasn't stupid enough to drive when he was probably blackout drunk. Aaron was right, He really needed to fix his drinking problem. He'd be dead before thirty at this rate, but fuck, drinking felt sooo good.

He stumbles a few more steps through the garage, hiccupping softly. His shirt was half askew, the crop top slipped to the side exposing a shoulder. His jeans had a few damp patches, probably spilled drinks from when he'd stumbled from bar to dancefloor. His shoes, old, worn and beaten through, but soft as all hell scuffed the floor.

"Fuuuuuuuuck. . ." He drops his head back, blowing out a heavy breath. His gray eyes lock on the ceiling and he slumps against a pillar. "Mmph. . ."
 
As Kas stumbled and slumped against the pillar, Wayne slithered around the side of it, honing in on him. He was drunk, heavily, and he could smell it all over him, clearly, he had a problem. But Wayne wasn't overwhelmed with sympathy or sadness. That just made his job so much easier, after all. "Hey." He said as he sidled up to him. "You okay?" He asked, feigning concern as he shifted his hands as if trying to ensure Kas wouldn't fall. "Can you hear me?"
 
Kas huffs, "'Course I can. I'm not dead." He snaps, his words slurring slightly. He looks at the stranger, his gray eyes narrowing slightly. Kas was pretty, fine features, as well as soft. While he had narrower shoulders, he had slightly wider hips, though not too much.

He leans back away from the guy, narrowing his eyes, "Who are you?" He grumbles, almost tumbling to the side as he leans to far. He curses, flopping back against the pillar again.
 
"Just trying to make sure you're alright." He said as he shifted around, his hat casted a shadow over his face, the overhead lights making it easy to mask his face. "My name's Wayne-" He said as his arm snaked outward while he flopped around, his arm wrapping Aron his to keep him from tumbling. "Heeey- are you sure, you're okay? You look like you need a rest..." He said as his hand grasped the pretty boys side.
 
Kas grumbles softly, leaning forward slightly, "Mmph." He closes his eyes for a few minutes, hoping to stop his spinning vision. "I'm fiinnee~" he slurs out. He pushes his hand against the one on his side, not liking the touch, but his intoxicated body could do little against the grip.
 
"Let's see about that then. If you can play a little game with me, I'll let you go on." He said as he felt him oushing...but a drunken pretty boyblike him couldn't shake him off so easily.
 
"Think of it as...a drinking game." He said going with what he noted so far. "If you can do what I ask, without falling or slurring, you will get a sip of something real good." He said as he looked down at the smaller male. God Wayne didn't often look so hard at his prey...but this one might have been a keeper.
 
Kas grumbles, "What do I get if I do slur or stumble?" He speaks slowly, tilting his head to the side. The idea of something good luring him on more.
 
"You'll have to go without a drop and go to bed." He said smirking as he let go of him slowly. "And thats all you get."
 
Kas frowns, confused. Bed sounded nice, and if he kept drinking, then well. . . He'd be worse. Wait. "What kind of drink?"
 
Wayne raised a brow at him, sizing him up a bit for the moment. "Well, I can get you some strong shit." He said leaning forward slightly
 
"Hm? If that's the case." He said shrugging as he pulled out a hand, gently taking his hand into both of his, laying a thin patch on the back of the males hand. "Have a good night" He said as the patch seeped its drug inti his skin, into his already polluted bloodstream. It was a straight forward rookie to set his prey out without having to struggle and scuffle with him.
 
Kas frowns, moving away and fumbling with his phone again. He lets out a soft curse, leaving the garage and going outside. "What the fuck am I doing-?" Hadn't he planned on going back inside t find someone to screw? No-. . ?

He shakes his head, rubbing his face and slumps back, almost falling onto his ass as he forgets there wasn't a wall behind him. Slowly, he makes his way to an alley, leaning into the wall and sliding down to sit as he stares at the ground.
 
As the confusion and haze crept in, moments vanishing, thoughts seeing away like sand between his fingers, Wayne stepped to the alley. "Look at you..." He said reaching down and pulling him up. "Don't worry, I got you." He said as he set him on his shoulders to sweep him away to his van. He tied his preys arms behind his back, his ankles together to trap him in the reinforced cage in the back like an anmal.
 
Kas was too blearily and confused to understand what was happening. Only that someone was maneuvering his body about into positions, that if Kas was honest, he'd probably been in too many times to count.

It was only a few moments later he passed out, his lithe body going limp.
 
(XD Kas: Oh i must have made a friend)

Wayne sldrove his captive from the scene, in the midst of it he was already disposing of his phone and, whisking him from the populated section of the city for a more remote space, his space. A warehouse where he kept his hunts before selling them off. He pulled into the dark lot, the warehouse hldoors opening fir him and closing in. The lights cut on around them as the van landed, opening the doors up, he pulled out the unconscious femboy, to his preserve. A small room, constructed for containment rather than comfort, it was a concrete box practically. With cinderblock walls, a over head light, one heavy door in and out, and a cot to sleep off the drugs on. He had nicer places...but he always started here. The stick to threaten with before any treats were handed out. He laid Kas in the cot, shifting his chains to lock him onto it
 
A few hours pass before Kas stirs, squirming slightly on the cot. Where the hell was he? Had he managed to get laid? No. . . He frowns, keeping his eyes closed, his head pounding. Like someone was smashing a fucking hammer on his skull.

He groans softly, trying to stretch and finding himself unable to do so. Maybe he had gotten laid, but he couldn't feel any of the tell tale signs of sex on his body. "What the fuck. . ." He mumbles.

He squirms slightly, shifting his hips in an attempt to roll and sit up as he slowly opens his eyes, glancing about the room. What the hell. . . Where was he? He felt panic rise, pressure in his chest tightening as the plain room and walls.
 
"Ah. You're awake." Someone said in the empty room, looking around Kas saw a camera angled in the upper corner of the room, looking down at him, a speaker hung up on the wall. "I'm sure you're scared and confused...but don't worry, this isn't a Jigsaw situation." Wayne said in to the microphone, watching on a TV screen for the CCTV he had wired into. "I'm not in the business of hurting people...so if you behave, I will not have to treat you harshly."
 
Kas squirms slightly, silent as he tries to pulls himself free of the chains, and obviously failing. He wasn't the brightest bulb in the box when it came to hangover mornings.

He huffs softly, slumping slightly and crossing his legs. He doesn't respond to the voice, and that's was creepy as hell anyways.
 
"Head hurts? Feeling fucked up? I can make it better....all you have to do to nod your head." He endeavored. "So. What will it be?"
 
He watched Kas shake their head. "Hm. Is that so...very well. You can wait. But eventually you'll get hungry. That will only make it worse, thirst too...It would be wasteful to let you suffer." He said as he then cut the microphone. He shifted from his chair, walking away for the moment tobstart setting up to eat something abs prepare somethings for Kas in the future. Some tried to resist. To wait for death, or starve. But he was patient. Always so patient.
 
Kas whines softly, hiding his face in his knees. He didn't know how long went by, the pounding in his head getting increasingly worse, not just the hangover, but hunger settling in. He hadn't eaten anything since breakfast the day before. Maybe a few snacks at the club last night, but nothing substantial.

He shivers, getting a little cold. He grumbles, staring into his lap. After what felt like an eternity, but maybe only three or four hours, he gives in, "Fine." He huffs out, lifting his face to rest his chin in his knees
 
The patient hunter turned in his chair as his speaker picked up Kas's voice. He leaned forward, pushing the microphone button. "What did I tell you to do." He said simply then turned the microphone back off. He waited,curious if Kas even had the memory.
 
Kas frowns, his brow bunching. His head hurt way too much. His thought were a humble, and he really just wanted this headache to go away. He bites his lip, trying to remember. "I don't know. . ?" He shrugs slightly.
 
The microphone clicked on. "Nod." He ordered. A simple command, a simple order. It was merely the first of many. To bind the idea of consent to reward, that to give obedience was to gain what he needed to survive
 
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