Grabbed

Detective Mike Fells was 28 years old, straight and despite being married, he was also a serial cheat. His wife had found out about his latest indiscretion and had kicked him out of their apartment while threatening to file for divorce.

Mike decided to let her cool off by going to a cheap motel. He needed time to crack down on a case as well, involving a serial kidnapper named Snatcher. Snatcher's identity up to this point has never been caught on camera because he's been clever but in the last few months, several young men - gay, straight and/or bisexual seemed to have gone missing.

They were men in their twenties or thirties, all of different backgrounds and social status, but all snatched at night and in the LA area as close to one another as possible. While Mike could admit to being a terrible husband with a penchant for anything in a skirt, he was however a good detective and he was determined to nail the bastard who was kidnapping these men. 

Staying in the motel he was staying in wasn't a great experience. It was fairly decrepit looking with a surly manager who looked at Mike with annoyance. Mike even heard him mouthing on the phone about having a detective staying at his place being bad for business. If cracking the case that could make his career wasn't such a priority for him, Mike would've probably confronted the angry SOB about his comments but right now, a belligerent motel manager was nothing compared to the case he was trying to crack.

Mike looked at all the locations in which the four victims (so far, both to his and the LAPD's knowledge) had been taken and he thought he was getting somewhere. That maybe, just maybe he could find the kidnapper's secret location and perhaps, the guys themselves. Mike had been working on this for a few hours and realised that he needed something to eat. He left his files down and headed out for a burger. Then to a bar for a few beers before deciding that he needed to return to work. He was getting close to something, he could feel it in his gut.

He walked past the motel manager who was screaming on the phone to someone. Mike didn't care to find out who, he just wanted to get back to his work. As he stepped into his room, he tried to turn on the light, only to find it wasn't coming on.

"What the hell?" Mike grunted aloud but before he could say anything else, a hand with a rag clamped over his mouth and Mike struggled in the grip of an intruder.

Mike could barely make the intruder out as he struggled and began to lose consciousness but it looked like a man in his forties, poorly shaved and with a scar on his cheek.

"Heard you've been looking for me," the man said, almost whispering in Mike's ear. "Thought I'd find you instead."

Snatcher, Mike realised too late as he was succumbing to unconsciousness. As Mike lay on the ground, his attacker threw him over his shoulder and began to walk down the hallway, past reception. The motel manager saw them but he didn't look surprised.

"Thanks for the heads up," Snatcher said, keeping a tight hold on Mike's body.

"Just get rid of the fucker," the motel manager said, jotting something down in a notebook. "Last thing my place needs is his kind stinking up the joint."

Snatcher ignored the last comment and walked out, throwing Mike into the back of a van and driving off. The detective had been close to blowing his whole scheme. He would pay for that with his life.

A few hours later, Mike woke up in a dark room and to his horror, he realised that he had been restrained tightly. His waist was bound to a chair with thick rope along with his hands behind his back and his feet together. Four strips of tape had been placed over his mouth, so he was gagged tightly. Mike struggled and began to moan as loud as he could for help, realising that he was in quite the bind. 

At least five minutes passed before the dark room had light shine in on it. The door was open and standing outside it was the Snatcher himself. 

"Ain't this a pretty picture, huh?" Snatcher said, stepping a little inside. "Seems you're in quite a pickle there, Detective Fells or can I call you, Mike?"

Mike didn't recognise the man other than knowing him as the serial kidnapper but it didn't stop him from foolishly trying to assert some authority by trying to demand his freedom. Snatcher was unmoved by Mike's foolish attempts to demand anything.

"Let me go, you fucker," Mike muffled hard and it was clear enough for Snatcher to make out what he was saying.

"I'm sorry, my dear Detective Mike Fells," Snatcher replied mockingly, "but I cannot do that."

Snatcher came closer to Mike and was now gripping his hair so Mike was face to face with him. Although Mike's shirt wasn't open, it didn't stop Snatcher with his other hand, rubbing up and down, getting a feel of Mike's toned body. Mike tried to look away in disgust but he couldn't and then to be a spiteful bastard, Snatcher smacked Mike in the dick, making him whimper into his gag.

"Here's the thing, Mikey," Snatcher smiled. "The guys you're looking for are now longer in the country so to speak and in a day's time, neither will you."

"What the fuck does that mean?" Mike muffled again while struggling harder and harder to break free of his bonds. It was utterly pointless as they were too tight.

"You guys at the LAPD call me Snatcher and it's an apt moniker I'll admit," the guy replied, now sitting on another chair beside Mike. "I seek out and snatch good looking and fit men like you. I then send these men to my contacts who then send you off to somewhere far away where you're never seen again. Don't be scared, you're not going to be killed my good lad, what would be the point in that?"

Mike grunted a swear under his gag, his face contorted in both anger and fear. He then realised two other men were now in the room. Mike barely any time to react when Snatcher took a photo of him.

"Something for me to remember you by," Snatcher answered. "I was hoping to fuck your straight guy ass but unfortunately, these two are here and you have to go with them. Maybe I'll visit you one day."

Mike panicked in fear as both guys came towards him. With his waist untied from the chair, the first guy grabbed him by the arms and chest while the second by his legs. Mike kicked and struggled and Snatcher just watched as he was being loaded into a crate with four other guys, one who had been snatched earlier in the evening, were similarly gagged and bound. Before the crate shut, one of the thugs just had to get his own taunt in to the distressed men.

"Don't worry, guys," the obnoxious thug said, no compassion in his voice at all. "You're going to make a lot of men happy."

Mike and the other men try to scream and moan for help as the door closed and bolted tightly. In a few hours time, they were all going to be taken to a place where escape would be impossible.