Stockholm Syndrome? - Chapter 6: Chapter 6

Felix's POV
It didn't take much to keep the boy steady. His struggles weren't enough to release my strong hold on him. That he had time to struggle told me was feistier than I had anticipated. He potentially knew what was on the cloth covering his nose.
Chloroform only took seconds after inhalation to knock someone out. It had taken the boy longer, telling me he resisted taking a breath. But he'd eventually taken a huge one. I'd felt his abdomen rise as oxygen flooded his lungs. Sadly for him, oxygen wasn't the only gas that flooded his lungs.
He relaxed against me shortly. Now that he wasn't supporting his own weight, he was heavy against me. The chloroform had totally knocked him out.
I turned him around, supporting him while I opened the back passenger door. I looked around briefly, making sure no one was watching. I dragged the boy into the car, placing him haphazardly on the seat.
I retrieved a few items from the trunk. I was anxious to make my getaway, but I couldn't do it with the boy out on chloroform alone. Chloroform, as good as it was, wasn't long-term. It couldn't even be described as short-term. Its effects didn't last without continuous use.
I got into the driver's seat and locked the car. Leaning over the back, I pulled the boy's arm from underneath him. I located a medication vial from the things I had taken out of the trunk, all thrown onto the front passenger seat. Ripping out the wrapping around an injection needle I'd brought with me, I filled the syringe with just enough sedative to knock the boy out through the drive to my house.
His arm was limp in my hand, making locating his vein a lot easier. I pushed the needle through and drained the syringe.
If I did my last-minute calculations right, he wouldn't be up and about in about an hour. That was enough to get to the house and properly secure him. But to keep to the time constraints, I had to get moving.
The drive to my house was shorter than expected. I kept to the limits to avoid traffic cops, but there was no traffic, which made things easier. I lived on almost the edge of town. The area was secluded, and my "neighbor" couldn't be located for quite a distance. It was the ideal place for me. I had fallen in love with not just its beauty, but its location too.
I hated that it wasn't fenced, but I had never gotten round to changing that. Plans to build high-walls around it were in the back of my head. The area was already secure, hard to get in and just as hard to get out.
A few seconds after parking the car in my massive garage, I looked at my companion. He was still completely out; to the point where he almost fell off the seat when I made a sudden stop as we waited for the garage door to open. I'd forgotten to open the door in time, requiring me to stop abruptly.
The garage door closed. The securing sound it made echoed in the room before another sound joined in, this one lasting longer. It was the sound of music coming from what I presumed was the boy's phone.
The boy didn't stir. I let the phone ring until it stopped. Reaching in the back, I emptied the boy's pocket of the phone, switching it off. Only switching it off wasn't going to do though. I had to make it untraceable, and I knew just how to do that.
The boy was heavier than a sack of potatoes. Okay, he was heavier than sacks of potatoes. It wasn't something I couldn't handle though. I'd run with logs in Russia. I managed to get him out of the car and into the house. Though his weight was taking a toll on me, I couldn't stop.
I carried him bridal style to the house's basement, stopping only to unlock the code-operated door. The basement wasn't cold, dark and dingy. It was actually nice and cozy. It consisted of a wooden floor, which made it smell strongly of wood. There was a chair at the fair end. There were also several objects in the room, including an old television set.
I placed the boy on the chair and his head slumped forward. Cuffing his wrists to the chair, I raised his head up by the chin. He wasn't waking up anytime soon. I let his head go and he slumped slightly forward. If he stayed like that for long, it was going to hurt when he woke up.
I looked proudly at my acquisition. Black-haired, gorgeous and pretty for a boy; too bad his purpose wasn't to be a trophy. He would do well in that role. His fresh beautiful skin was a sight to not only look at, but to touch. He'd turn heads and make men drool.
I squatted to his level.
"Soon she'll know how it felt" I whispered, more to myself than him.
There wasn't much to do in the basement since my hostage was completely out. I retreated to the main house, checking first that the boy was secure. If he left the chair he wouldn't get past the door, but I didn't want a clawing cat on me when I returned.
I tossed the boy's phone and battery on the couch as I walked to my liquor cabinet and poured myself some brandy. I held the tumbler to my nostrils and smelled the familiar smell of the liquid inside. I took a sip and felt the liquid burn my throat. It was a welcome sensation.
I was a scotch man, but some moments called for a stronger drink. Grappa was the right choice, not too strong to take me out, but strong enough.
I looked at my watch. It was 9:13 pm. Almost immediately, my stomach protested about the lack of food in it. I sauntered to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich, getting back to the living area and sitting on the couch.
I wasn't sure I had chosen the right beverage to go with my sandwich, but it would have to do.
I thought back to my prisoner, well prisoner on death-row. I hadn't intended on kidnapping him that day. Like the previous day, I wanted to merely keep an eye on him.
I heard him talking about the party with his friend, and got the address from his Facebook invite. He'd left his computer screen on the invite long enough for me to see everything I needed to see. My mission was only to tail him.
I showed up outside his house earlier. I wasn't close enough, but I could see the house entrance. I'd gotten there earlier than I had intended, which meant looking at a motionless door. I was about to leave when I spotted a blue BMW stop at the house. A girl got out. I adjusted my binoculars, following her movements. She disappeared into the house.
Minutes later she emerged with my target. They both got into the car and drove away. I followed closely behind the car. I kept enough distance to see the car as it travelled a short distance and stopped at a house. I stopped way further from the car, content in knowing where the both of them were going later on.
I hadn't planted a camera in the girl's house, but I sure would have loved to know what they were doing there. They spent a great deal of time in there. By the time they emerged it was dark. The car sped by me without giving any hint that they were interested in me. I didn't follow right away this time.
I knew where they were going so I took my time getting there. I parked further from the house. This time I was close enough to see the entrance without binoculars. I spent most of my time relaxing into the not-so comfortable car seat, occasionally looking at the blue BMW parked not so far from me.
Stalking my target was boring, but it wasn't like there was anything waiting for me at home. However boring it was, it was essential. I would weather it, maybe a little better if I was listening to music. The pop songs I could hear coming from the house the party was in were irritating to my highly reactive nerves.
I listened to music though my earphones, still keeping an eye out for movement near the BMW. It wasn't movement there that caught my eye however.
I pulled out my earphones and paused the music, spotting people on the sidewalk near the house. There was no mistaking the faded jeans my target wore. They became lighter in the glow of the street lights. The boy was with someone. He was slightly taller than him, but was hunched forward. They seemed to be talking about something serious.
The boy exploded. I couldn't hear what he said but I could tell he was angry. It was clear they were having an argument. The argument intensified, resulting in the boy walking away.
I let him walk further than I could see. When I was certain he couldn't see where the car came from, I followed him. I drove leisurely until I spotted him again. A part of my brain wanted to stop and interact with him, something that was potentially dangerous. I wrestled with my mind about stopping. Almost of its own accord, my foot pressed hard on the accelerator. The car responded, speeding away from my target.
I couldn't risk interacting with him and drawing his attention to me. The more he saw me, the chance he would talk about me to someone.
I eased my foot off the accelerator slowly. The boy was alone. He was alone and upset, in a street that was quiet except for the occasional sound of a chirp somewhere. He was vulnerable and I was a short distance away from him.
I drew up a plan in my head as I turned back. Sure enough, the boy was still walking on the sidewalk. He had turned back in the direction from which he came, meaning he had decided to go back to the party. I drove on the wrong lane and parked just behind him.
The sound of my horn made him jump. The horn was a bad idea. In a quiet street it was bound to draw attention of someone else other than my intended target.
We talked for a few seconds. I offered a ride and he declined. That messed with my newly-constructed plan so I had to improvise.
I took acting classes in high school, I knew how to act. The boy didn't see it coming. Under the guise of checking for something I thought I had forgotten at home in the trunk, I retrieved a cloth and doused it with chloroform. I had some left over from a previous job and I was lucky enough to have chosen that car that day.
Getting him into a position similar to a choke hold wasn't hard. He didn't register what I was doing before I had his back to me and the wet cloth around his nose. He tried to struggle but his struggles were futile.
I took a sip of my brandy.
Thinking back to the boy locked up in my basement, it wasn't the way I had imagined the night to go, but I was immensely satisfied. I had executed step one of my plan. I was usually unemotional when I committed similar achievements, but there was just something about having the boy in my basement. With the tumbler nestled in my hand, I grinned. Things were coming together nicely.