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Jared strolled aimlessly through the filthy streets of Los Angeles, looking for the bar Shannon and Tomo had told him about. They were supposed to be having drinks at a new bar, but had to come late because of record label meetings. He would never get there at this rate, it was almost if the place was invisible to him. Stumbling into a gloomy alley, which was dark, wet and slightly eerie, he stepped into a puddle, murky water splashing all over his new sneakers. Wind whipped around the corners of the brick walls, making a low whistling sound, auburn leaves fluttering around in the chilly autumnal evening air. He could barely see a thing, and his eyes were straining, he carried on walking, trying to ignore the unease that washed over him, and looked for someone that knew directions. His search was proving difficult and fruitless, and that annoyed him. He pulled his phone from his pocket, the light blinding him in the darkness of the alley, and called Shannon, to hear his voicemail talking back to him like an infuriating receptionist at some snobby hotel. This meant he was drunk, ignoring him or doing something sexual or illegal; or all of them at the same time.

‘Hey, this is Shannon. I’m not here right now, but leave a message and I’ll get back to you’ He heard his brother’s familiar voice say softly.

He heaved a sigh, which echoed heavily throughout the alley, then hung up and continued to search for the bar his brother was drinking at. He could hear drunken jeers and music, so he decided to follow the sound in order to find the pitiful hole he would have to drink in. The alley smelled of damp, rot, piss and other revolting things, he didn’t even want to think about it. Shivering a little, he hugged himself, trying to keep himself warm for a little while until he got inside, amongst hot and sweaty young white girls that thought they could dance. There was only one good thing about this part of town; there was a load of amazing street art and graffiti that he could take pictures of and put on his website ‘Notes From The Outernet’. He took his phone out again, took a picture of a vibrant cartoon, the flash making a small clicking sound, radiating light in the depressing, gloomy dark.

Starting to pick up pace as the sound of dance music became louder and clearer, he peeked his head around a wall, only to pull it back. He stood completely still for a while, until he felt an arm clamp around his waist, and a rag was pushed over his mouth. He smelled something sweet; it also tired him out. He screamed, but this was muffled by the cloth, and then tried to fight off the person that held him, trying to punch them, with no luck, they were ridiculously strong, no match for him.

“Don’t struggle, there’s chloroform on here. It’s only going to knock you out. I’ll make sure you don’t hit the floor and damage yourself. You will be taken to a van and stripped naked while you are unconscious, then you’ll be driven to my mansion, where my friends and I will use you for our own fantasies. Got it?”

Jared then shook his head quickly; he was extremely scared, this couldn’t happen to him! What would Shannon do? He first felt the cool, numbing sensation flow through his fingers and his toes, then his arms and legs becoming immobilised and the gave in to a deep, drug induced sleep, letting his body fall into the arms of the stranger. His eyelids fell heavily over his eyes and he felt himself losing all control of his body, everything turning limp and flaccid, so he held onto the arms of the attacker, clinging on for dear life.

“Tough shit. You’re coming whether you like it or not.”