Bryan's Destiny

 

 

 

DISCLAIMER

 

 

This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to people or places is entirely coincidental. Best sex is consensual and safe, unprotected sex shouldn’t be performed without precautions since it can lead to STIs.  

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 1

 

"What..."

 

Bryan felt his jaw clenching, making an effort to speak but no sound was coming out, his eyelids felt heavy and no matter how much he tried he couldn't open them, what had happened to him? His memories were like a broken mirror, pieces that made sense alone but couldn’t connect to each other, they meant nothing altogether.

 

He had gone to work, right? Someone had asked him about the money, who was it? Of course he hadn’t said anything, someone had being “blamed” for it already, they would probably go to jail, he didn't care, it was their problem for not noticing the strange paperwork. The cops would never find a single document linking Bryan to the money, and it was His now, 3 million dollars… It could have being the police that asked him, but there hadn't been a badge or uniform, had there?

 

While his memory struggled to form he felt that the more time passed the more he could feel his body coming back, slowly a bright light grew behind his eyelids and he was finally able to open them, the glare made him close them again thought, but it had being enough. He was in some kind of medical office or hospital, had he fainted at work? that could be why his memory was so fuzzy, he moved to touch his forehead with his hand but he noticed something hard and cold stopping him, gasping he opened his eyes again and looked down, he couldn't see it very well because of his position but there was a metal band holding not only his right hand but his left, his legs and it seemed, his neck as well.

 

Again he closed his eyes and forced himself to remember what had happened.

 

As usual before work he had gone to the gym for an hour, he had also taken another hour to fuck the day's whore, many wives and young girls at the gym were easy and stupid, and he had no experiences of rejection, every bitch loved his cock, even when they tried to deny it. A few of the gym’s staff knew of his preferences and left a massage room open for him, so he hadn’t had the need to move places.

 

Breathing deep Bryan opened his eyes again and looked around as much as the collar permitted him, while there was a lit bulb on top of his gurney, it only illuminated a circle, and everything else laid in total darkness, who had done this and why? the police wouldn't, they would bring him for questioning, threaten him, but this situation felt calculated, it had a purpose. His body was covered by a thin hospital gown, focusing he noticed a tag attached to his wrist, pushing it upwards with his fingers he read "subject 174". Bryan let go of his head, his neck hurting after tensing it for so long, but that view allowed him to notice another thing, a pole with 3 empty bags on one side, with an IV line that run down; following it he saw it penetrated the inside of his elbow, there were no labels to find what kind of drugs they had used, it made him wonder again if maybe he had being ill and trashed around, forcing the nurses to bind him for his own protection and the nurse's, but surely the room would have a tv, a window, better lightening and they would definitely not bind him with metal.

 

So he went back to his memories, going through hour by hour, but nothing gave a clue on how he ended up there or why.

 

After the gym he had gone to work, the office had being alive with rumors on the embezzlement case, and some other criminal actions that "someone" had done inside the company, the police had interrogated many during the weekend, including him, they got nothing of course and he knew they didn't suspect him. They had taken 3 people under custody and one had effectively being accused. Bryan had picked the guy at random when he formed his plan, the guy was a nobody who was easy to trap and had no guts to fight it, the 3 others were probably casualties surrounding him, Bryan didn't even know their names... did he?

 

Suddenly there was a sound, taps like steps in tile floor and a door was unlocked and opened. 2 more lights glared bright in a second and 2 men entered the room, jolting Bryan's memory. "You!"

 

Close to the door was a tall, beefy man with a heavy jacket, aviator glasses on his face and a fedora hat, his skin was dark and his hair was cropped short, he had presented himself as "inspector Brahms" and asked him if he knew the guy that had being taken, he had also asked him to have a coffee with him to try and understand the suspect. It had seem a good move to not only show himself cooperating and "insulted" by the criminal's actions but also to ensure the guy's incarceration. But when they had arrive by his car he had felt a prick on his neck and everything had gone black.

 

"I see you finally woke up, I was starting to worry". The second man was shorter but made of muscle, his chest and back were broad, his arms and legs thick under a basic "nurse" shirt and pants, his body had looked inconsequential with a dress shirt 2 sizes too big and a cheap suit. Thomas Crown was right now nothing close to the geek Bryan had thought of, when they escorted him to the police car.

 

Bryan wanted to scream, to demand and insult, but something stopped him.

 

"I imagine you have questions, and while I don't plan on answering all of them I will do, some." Thomas waved to the inspector who positioned himself by the side of the door, and walked close to Bryan. "Do you want some water?"

 

"No..." there was some struggle to speak, his muscles constricting and cramping, finally he breathed deep "release me"

 

"Mmm... no please?"

 

"You fuc..." suddenly he felt his throat closing, like his body resented the words and pulled them back on it's own accord. "fuc... shit"

 

"that's okay, you will learn, with time"

 

Getting to his side Thomas pulled a square rolling table with many bottles and needles, he brought a new IV bag from under it and hooked it to the pole. Bryan switched from looking at Thomas to the inspector many times, he had not moved from his spot, legs to his side, hands to his back in a “military waiting” pose, looking closer he noted a leather choker on his neck, with a metal tag glinting on the fluorescent light.

 

"He won’t do anything till I say so" Thomas answered the unasked question, at hearing this Bryan turned to see him, casually injecting 3 substances to his iv, he expected pain but nothing happened, even when he injected another directly to his arm. He had wanted to trash, he actually tried, but his body felt heavy like lead, the only movement he could make was the rising and falling of his chest.

 

"what are you doing?"

 

"To you? vengeance, it's simple". Thomas threw the used IV bags, syringes and latex gloves into a trash can somewhere away from his field of vision. "I have great knowledge of drugs and chemicals, I know how to access the mind and transform the body" Calmly explaining Thomas moved to the foot of the bed and took off a chart clipped to it, scribbling something on it's pages. "Coincidentally I also knew having a police insider was gonna be eventually helpful, so I enlisted many, including your inspector, imagine my surprise when I was told last month about this crime investigation"

 

"I didn't do anything". Thomas narrowed his eyes at him, he knew it was impossible to deny his involvement, somehow the guy had done a deeper investigation, or gotten a document, something, but still he wanted to deny and cut this damn nightmare off. "I'm not the culprit, I..."

 

"Of course you did it" Bryan's refute was immediately stopped, the chart clipped back at the foot of his bed "You have told us everything we needed to prove it". Gasping for air Bryan thought for a moment Thomas was gonna bring him to justice, his luck, was not as good thought. "Don't worry, I have worked things out and the police department believes they have prosecuted someone and everyone is safe from your greed. Now we just have to work on your punishment"

 

"you can’t..." again the chocking sensation interrupted his threat, Thomas had already done something to his body

 

"Oh I can, I have, and I will" a slow and wicked grin appeared on the man's face, eyes filled with sadistic satisfaction at the clear fear on Bryan's expression. "I'm gonna need for you to sleep for now, when you wake up the second part of your punishment would have being finished." As the words fell his body started to numb, he remembered the injection and cursed in his mind, "Until then, sweet dreams". All was darkness again.

 

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CHAPTER 2

 

Bryan woke up faster than the first time, his eyes adjusting to the light quickly too, but his body felt sluggish, the memories jumbled up together. Looking down at his body he noticed his hand, flexing it, making a fist, he recognized it as his hand but it felt alien, as if it was different, smaller? How? What was happening? Closing his eyes he saw flashes of light, then memories came again, a guy with a mask, a knife, no, not just any knife, one of those small surgical knives he had seeing multiple times in movies.

 

He blinked and something burned inside his chest, it felt tight and heavy, but he could only breath through it, his hands and legs were still bound, yes, still bound, he had been kidnapped by a lunatic. Looking towards his left and up, he saw the IV bag, the same bag? Probably, actually, a new bag, “he is still drugging me” Bryan moved his head as far as the collar allowed him but the room was back to black, the only light source the bulb illuminating his body, giving him no hint as to what had happened or what was going to happen next. His head swam, the burning increasing tenfold as so the heaviness, so he let the blackness consume him too, back again to unconsciousness.

 

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CHAPTER 3

 

Some time passed and Bryan opened his eyes again, it might have been longer, it might have been shorter, he might have even being dramatic, but he felt as if time had lost it’s meaning, as if he had only blinked yet still 7 years had passed. The heaviness remained on his chest, but there was not much tightness and there was no more dripping sounds, what there was, was a weird sensation he couldn’t describe  beyond, weird, in his neither regions. Focusing he noticed his legs were spread, still secured by metal bands, the coldness of the steel against his skin the only indicator of them because from the waist down he seemed almost completely numb, just a surface level of sensation remained.