"Actually, I really enjoyed it. It was great seeing you flex your acting skills. I'd tell you not to quit your day job, but it might be a bit late for that after tonight." Cheon smiled at Sam, not in a way that anyone wanted to be smiled at.
"As for the party... That's me giving you your big breakthrough, detective. So you can really show the world what you have to offer."
He had ideas, that much was clear. "Have you ever done drugs? I was wondering just how straight you were. In all the ways."
"I have now if I haven't before. Why do you ask?" He didn't answer truthfully because yeah, he may have taken the odd thing in clubs as a stupid teenager but he stopped as soon as he had enough of a brain to think about it. He never went hard. A little bit of weed and one or twice, he took some tablets while partying but he was always careful. "I'm not exactly fond of drugs. I always find they come with a cracking headache."
He cracked his neck left and right, looked at the giant guys either side of him and then looked over at the door. He hoped it was passed one. He was supposed to check in with Gene around one and he hadn't. Surely he'd know something was amiss. "What are you doing, Cheon? Come on, talk to me."
"We're going to make you a movie star, detective. It won't be so bad, if you are nervous. Don't worry. We'll give you something to relax." He turned a little, enough to start lying down some stuff on the table. Crystals in a plastic bag, a spoon, a syringe. "This is my personal recipe. It's funny, actually. Back home, some of the cops I used this on ended up getting addicted. Made us much better friends."
He turned back to fully look at Sam, looking him over. "I always find ways to befriend cops, you know? Making you movie stars, that really seems to keep you people in line."
"I think you really want to take a second to think about what you're doing. This is infliction of bodily harm, it's not a light sentence. Neither is possession. You can't cut a deal if you do these sort of things, especially not with a cop." He wasn't going to pretend he wasn't going to get sentenced to something but he could pretend he would get a deal. And he fucking would not.
He considered his options and then squinted at Cheon, his vision still a little fuzzy. "Are you sure you want to mix drugs? What did you give me before?" He wanted to try and keep on top of what the fuck was in him. He looked at the stuff on the table and tried not to panic too much. Heroin? Meth? Fucking hell.
"So far, no one I've given these two has ever died from it." So there, that was pretty encouraging. "Although, admittedly, you are smaller than most. I like that about you."
He pushed away from the desk to step closer to Sam. "Are you so eager to end your own career, detective? Participating in drug and sex parties with video evidence, that's not an easy thing to recover a career from." Even setting aside the trauma. "Of course, that's if we just go down the fun route. Alternatively, maybe I can show you what it's like when I get serious. I'm sure that's something you'd want to keep others from. Like that lovely Miss Cartwright who works for you?"
Sam shot up but the men shoved him right back down and Sam growled impotently, full of anger and hate. "You do not threaten other officers, you keep away from here. I'm not participating in anything!"
Someone would realise, he had safe guards, he was going to be just fine. This wasn't going to happen so he refused to acknowledge it. It didn't seem real when it was about him but Annie? He would never let a single soul hurt Annie. She was a good cop, a good person and he'd sooner anything happened to him, not her. "You keep pushing me and you'll see what happens when I get serious."
"Right. I can't wait to see. I'd be surprised if this was your first time getting fucked." In so many ways. Cheon turned back to the desk so he could get the drug ready, lighting a candle and beginning to melt some of the crystals on the spoon. "This will make it easier, detective. You won't have as many inhibitions and you might not even remember so much afterwards. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get the full video later."
He checked his watch, considering it. "Time to take you home. Always best to do this in familiar surroundings."
"Do what? Walk me through it, eh?" He had to keep Cheon talking, he had to follow his plan so he could find a way out of it. "You shoot me up with that stuff and then what? Take me home? Have sex with who, exactly? One of your girls? I have neighbours. People know where I live. If they know I'm missing, they'll look. Hell, you realise they're probably looking now."
He assumed that giving him a time pressure might make him nervous, let him make some mistakes so he could get an advantage. "Do you really want this to escalate or do you want to call it quits now? Come on, Cheon, it's the smarter thing to do. Let's just hit the stop button, yeah?"
"You sent your message to your DCI to check in a little after midnight. Told him you'd head home soon and report tomorrow." Cheon was walking him through it. He was also melting crystals. It made for excellent multitasking. "I don't think anyone is going to miss you before tomorrow morning and then they can come find you at home. We've got time to party, don't worry."
He set the spoon down carefully, readying the syringe next. "This isn't my first time, Sam. Don't be so nervous. Your neighbours won't suspect a thing. I won't let you get that loud."
"It's not going to work, you know it and I know it so why don't we just talk about this more? Set the spoon down and think about the consequences?" He wasn't going to, was he? Sam had to make a move but he wasn't sure how to. Not with these fuckers on him. He tested their grip on his shoulder and it was pretty solid.
"This isn't a good move for you." None of this was, he was a fucking human trafficker, why would he care? Sam needed something to hit him with. "Gene won't believe it was you. We had a specific code word we had to text. He was playing along." They didn't have a code word. That would have been a really good idea. Fuck. He really hoped Gene sensed something was amiss. Probably not. Why would he?
"Then I'm sure your DCI will be here any minute. He can join the party." Cheon filled the syringe and then addressed the men holding Sam, saying something in a foreign language that made them grip him a lot tighter. One of them rolled up his sleeve and Cheon walked over, inspecting his arm critically. He found a good enough vein and inserted the syringe, looking right at Sam's face when he injected the fluid. "I think I'll like you a lot more when you're all drugged up for me."
"Wh-What is it?" He needed to know. Crystals, something he didn't know added in and burned on a spoon. That was meth. He was being injected with meth. Wonderful, one of the more addictive drugs. He really hoped Cheon had fucked up his doses and this wasn't as much as he thought it was. "It's crystal meth but you added something, didn't you? You-- you realise that if I die, people will find out what you did. I was last seen with you."
Not by Gene but by Barty and he knew that Barty wouldn't let that one slide. At least someone could fucking avenge him... why did it have to be Barty? That arrogant fuck was right to the end.
"Aw. I'd never let a pretty boy like you die so easily," Cheon said encouragingly, running a hand along the side of Sam's face. He said something to the men again and they began wrenching Sam's hands behind him, cuffing them together. "You have entirely too much trust in the system, DI Tyler. Men like me get away with things all the time, every day. It's sad, isn't it?"
He grinned and grabbed Sam's hair to pull his head back so he could meet his eyes. "Ah. It's already working. Are you scared, detective? You should be."
"I'm not scared." He was scared. His heart rate was picking up like crazy and his vision had strange blurring around the edge. He knew meth was fast but he thought he'd have at least some kind of grace period to think of a plan or something. He had no idea what he wanted to do but even the touch on his arms as he was cuffed suddenly felt insane. It was so much at once and his brain was turning off.
He forgot to say anything else as he just felt those fingers in his hair. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation and he hated it. "Get off."
"Yeah, we will get to that. Let's pack him up, boys!"
With that instruction, purposefully in English, things suddenly moved very quickly. A black fabric hood was pulled down over Sam's head and then there was the sound of tape being unrolled. The tape was wrapped over the hood, mostly securing it over Sam's mouth, effectively making it impossible for him to scream or make much sound at all.
Then he was pulled up and started being shoved along, while Cheon walked next to him. "We're taking a car to your place. Don't worry, you don't have to drive. We don't want to get you a DUI charge."
Fucking hell, this was totally off the rails and he couldn't for a second follow anything that was happening. His mind was in a thousand different places and he was so lost in the euphoria that being marched down to his car barely registered for him. He staggered around in the dark and wondered what the fuck was going on.
The floor felt like the sky and the sky felt like the floor - he almost fell on his face, if it wasn't for the guy basically dragging him along. The whole world was wrong and all he could see was blackness.
"Rough trip, huh?" Cheon seemed to be very amused by the situation, making Sam lie down with his head in his lap once they were in the backseat of the car. He stroked Sam's head almost gently, clearly making a mockery of him in this situation. "Shame your mouth isn't free, could have made you suck me off."
Ah, well. He'd just have to fuck him once they got there.
Sam had enough sense to know that this was bad. He felt like he could breathe, he was hot and restless, he wanted to kick the door open and take off running but his legs couldn't stretch far enough and he could barely get his body to do anything. He lifted his head up and shook it to try and get him off but it didn't achieve as much as he wanted.
So he settled for slamming it back down in the hopes he smacked the bastard right in the dick.
Sam's movement was sluggish, making that move easy to predict. Cheon caught him and pulled him upright, so he could press down on his throat with one hand and hold him against the seat. "Shh, be a good boy. You know, everything is more intense for you right now. That includes pain." That said, he punched him in the stomach. He felt he had more than earned that.
"Almost there, detective. Don't make me hurt you too much more before the main show can start."
The punch was so hard, he felt like he was going to be sick. He couldn't breathe and he felt the panic overtake. He tried to move his arms but he couldn't so he cried out and wriggled as much as he could from Cheon. He was going to die before he reached his apartment, wasn't he? What a way to die.
He took a very sharp inhale from his nose and tried to see through his eyes but all the slight dots of light from the stitching just made his eyes fuzzy and his head spin. The feel of the hand around his throat was about the only thing keeping him grounded and he almost wanted Cheon to keep it there. Touch was the only real thing.
"There we go, boy. That's better." Cheon chuckled, keeping his hand there and also getting another hand between Sam's legs. He quickly unzipped his jeans and got a hold of him through his underwear, for now only giving him a light squeeze. "Let's see how easily excited you are. You young cops are all the same, really in it for the danger, aren't you? Part of you is loving this. Part of you wants to be made a bitch."
He knew that this was something he shouldn't like but his dick got hard faster than he had ever experienced in his life barring perhaps some awkward teenage years. He always remembered that time Barty climbed into his bed at school, realising his boner was there and God, his dick was persistent when it was hard.
Right now, it was not being shy and he hated himself for it. Hated himself for moaning too.
"All of that preaching and then you're the first to rut against my hand." Cheon certainly wasn't complaining. He had to grin, stroking Sam a little now, giving him more pleausre to lose himself into.
But then the car stopped and soon Sam was hauled along, trousers still open. They walked through the staircase of his building, cold air against his underwear. Cheon used Sam's own keys to unlock and then he was shoved inside his flat, the door closed again. For the moment, no one was holding Sam, but he was still blind, gagged, drugged and handcuffed, so it wasn't as if he was much of a threat.
Sam knew this was his moment to act but he had no idea how to act. He didn't know up from down, he had no idea where he was in his own apartment. It smelled familiar and he knew what direction then had come in but when he spun around, he didn't know when to stop. He lost his footing and slumped against his dresser.
He was home, this was his chance and he was fucking it up. He felt his pants slipping down and tried to move his legs out to keep them up. He turned again to where he heard Cheon moving and took his chance, the only chance he really had. He charged in what direction he assumed Cheon was and hoped he could knock him down,
Cheon caught him around the middle with ease, then bodily lifted him up to simply carry him over his sad excuse for a bad. He dropped him down on it and then there were many hands on Sam again, uncuffing him only to immediately cuff him again. Only this time he was on his back on his bed, with both wrists cuffed to the corners of it.
His pants were pulled down past his knees, leaving his still erect cock on display. Then finally, the tape started being unwound from around the hood and then it was pulled off. Cheon clamped his hand down over Sam's mouth immediately, looking into his eyes. "Show's about to start, detective. My boys are setting up the camera. Are you ready?" He looked down and laughed. "You look ready."
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"As for the party... That's me giving you your big breakthrough, detective. So you can really show the world what you have to offer."
He had ideas, that much was clear. "Have you ever done drugs? I was wondering just how straight you were. In all the ways."
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He cracked his neck left and right, looked at the giant guys either side of him and then looked over at the door. He hoped it was passed one. He was supposed to check in with Gene around one and he hadn't. Surely he'd know something was amiss. "What are you doing, Cheon? Come on, talk to me."
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He turned back to fully look at Sam, looking him over. "I always find ways to befriend cops, you know? Making you movie stars, that really seems to keep you people in line."
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He considered his options and then squinted at Cheon, his vision still a little fuzzy. "Are you sure you want to mix drugs? What did you give me before?" He wanted to try and keep on top of what the fuck was in him. He looked at the stuff on the table and tried not to panic too much. Heroin? Meth? Fucking hell.
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He pushed away from the desk to step closer to Sam. "Are you so eager to end your own career, detective? Participating in drug and sex parties with video evidence, that's not an easy thing to recover a career from." Even setting aside the trauma. "Of course, that's if we just go down the fun route. Alternatively, maybe I can show you what it's like when I get serious. I'm sure that's something you'd want to keep others from. Like that lovely Miss Cartwright who works for you?"
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Someone would realise, he had safe guards, he was going to be just fine. This wasn't going to happen so he refused to acknowledge it. It didn't seem real when it was about him but Annie? He would never let a single soul hurt Annie. She was a good cop, a good person and he'd sooner anything happened to him, not her. "You keep pushing me and you'll see what happens when I get serious."
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He checked his watch, considering it. "Time to take you home. Always best to do this in familiar surroundings."
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He assumed that giving him a time pressure might make him nervous, let him make some mistakes so he could get an advantage. "Do you really want this to escalate or do you want to call it quits now? Come on, Cheon, it's the smarter thing to do. Let's just hit the stop button, yeah?"
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He set the spoon down carefully, readying the syringe next. "This isn't my first time, Sam. Don't be so nervous. Your neighbours won't suspect a thing. I won't let you get that loud."
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"This isn't a good move for you." None of this was, he was a fucking human trafficker, why would he care? Sam needed something to hit him with. "Gene won't believe it was you. We had a specific code word we had to text. He was playing along." They didn't have a code word. That would have been a really good idea. Fuck. He really hoped Gene sensed something was amiss. Probably not. Why would he?
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Not by Gene but by Barty and he knew that Barty wouldn't let that one slide. At least someone could fucking avenge him... why did it have to be Barty? That arrogant fuck was right to the end.
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He grinned and grabbed Sam's hair to pull his head back so he could meet his eyes. "Ah. It's already working. Are you scared, detective? You should be."
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He forgot to say anything else as he just felt those fingers in his hair. It wasn't an unpleasant sensation and he hated it. "Get off."
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With that instruction, purposefully in English, things suddenly moved very quickly. A black fabric hood was pulled down over Sam's head and then there was the sound of tape being unrolled. The tape was wrapped over the hood, mostly securing it over Sam's mouth, effectively making it impossible for him to scream or make much sound at all.
Then he was pulled up and started being shoved along, while Cheon walked next to him. "We're taking a car to your place. Don't worry, you don't have to drive. We don't want to get you a DUI charge."
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The floor felt like the sky and the sky felt like the floor - he almost fell on his face, if it wasn't for the guy basically dragging him along. The whole world was wrong and all he could see was blackness.
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Ah, well. He'd just have to fuck him once they got there.
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So he settled for slamming it back down in the hopes he smacked the bastard right in the dick.
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"Almost there, detective. Don't make me hurt you too much more before the main show can start."
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He took a very sharp inhale from his nose and tried to see through his eyes but all the slight dots of light from the stitching just made his eyes fuzzy and his head spin. The feel of the hand around his throat was about the only thing keeping him grounded and he almost wanted Cheon to keep it there. Touch was the only real thing.
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Seemed clear to him.
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Right now, it was not being shy and he hated himself for it. Hated himself for moaning too.
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But then the car stopped and soon Sam was hauled along, trousers still open. They walked through the staircase of his building, cold air against his underwear. Cheon used Sam's own keys to unlock and then he was shoved inside his flat, the door closed again. For the moment, no one was holding Sam, but he was still blind, gagged, drugged and handcuffed, so it wasn't as if he was much of a threat.
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He was home, this was his chance and he was fucking it up. He felt his pants slipping down and tried to move his legs out to keep them up. He turned again to where he heard Cheon moving and took his chance, the only chance he really had. He charged in what direction he assumed Cheon was and hoped he could knock him down,
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His pants were pulled down past his knees, leaving his still erect cock on display. Then finally, the tape started being unwound from around the hood and then it was pulled off. Cheon clamped his hand down over Sam's mouth immediately, looking into his eyes. "Show's about to start, detective. My boys are setting up the camera. Are you ready?" He looked down and laughed. "You look ready."
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