девятка! Devyatka! (I Want It!)

Meanwhile, outside of the American Airlines Center, Brad yanked his phone out of his pocket. He had to pull up Tyler’s new Dallas address. He knew that the man had to be alive still and he wanted to hurt him more. Jamie would survive and as he thought about it, the Russian kid was still in one piece. He was the couple’s love child in a way and he was a threat to Brad.

He ignored the picture he saw of Jamie, Tyler and Val happily pictured together. He ignored the numerous other pictures of Tyler and Jamie together, having a blast. It was like Brad just didn’t matter anymore and that was okay, cause right now Brad wanted nothing to do with Tyler.

He loathed the young man.

He finally got to the information about Tyler’s residence and hopped into a cab. He cackled, as he found a full glass of undrunk beer sitting in the cupholder. He didn’t care, he thought it was a sign and he needed the drink. He took it and down it all. Another glass appeared in its place. He took that one and downed it.

That’s when the cab pulled up to the house. He spotted Tyler and Jamie kissing passionately in front of the door and he narrowed his eyes. He swung the door open and then slammed it shut. It was time to make the bastard pay.

He rushed forward, in his intoxicated state and jumped Jamie, sending him into the front door. Then he seized Tyler and sloppily made out with him, before flinging him into the door. He set his sights on me. Before I could make a move, he grabbed me and pinned my arms behind my back.

“Help!! Tyler! Jamie!” I yelled.

He drunkenly slapped a hand over my mouth. I jerked in his hold on me, one hand gripping his wrists, while one another arm was stuck behind me. I could smell the putrid scent of alcohol on his breath. He was seriously drunk. He put his head to the side of mine and kept my own head very still in the process.

Jamie and Tyler broke apart and were gawking at me.

It was the younger ex-Bruin who spoke first. “Marchy, let him go. You’ve already fucked me up enough tonight! Just let him go and everything will be okay. I just want my old friend back. The one who agreed to do anything for me. I didn’t mean to hurt you!”

“But you did, and now, this little Russian and I are going to go for a little walk.”

“You’re not taking him anywhere!” Jamie spat. “Let him go.”

“Why don’t you make me?” With that, Brad kicked Jamie in the leg, sending him stumbling into the arms of the stunned Tyler. The pest tightened his grip on me, dropping his hand from my mouth and instead grabbed my other arm and dragged me away from them, rapidly.

“TYLER!! JAMIE!! HELP!!” I screamed, putting up my best fight to slip the hold Brad had. But he was quite speedy and strong. He led me to an abandoned warehouse building that was down the road and shoved me in. He waddled in after and slammed the door shut, locking it in place.

A few seconds later, I heard banging on the door. I rushed forward, but Brad grabbed my arm and pulled me backward. He’d picked the perfect place, spotting a roll of black duct tape sitting conveniently in place for him. He pinned me in the chair and wrapped the tape around my upper body, pasting me to the chair. Then he wrapped the adhesive around my ankles and the legs of the chair. And when he was done with that, he moved and taped my wrists in place to the arms of the wooden chair.

I knew that my adopted parents were stuck outside, trying to get in to help me out, but they couldn’t break down the door.

“No!! Нет, Брэд, не надо. Отпусти меня! (No, Brad, don’t. Let me go!)”

Around me, the shadows of the warehouse mocked my agony and seemed to envelop the space and shrink it. The walls appeared to close in on me and I had a sudden rush of anxiety and nerves and claustrophobia. I leaned back against the chair, as that was pretty much my only option anyway and gripped onto the arms of the furniture piece. I couldn’t see much of anything, just darkness and the dim light I was bathed in, coming from a hole in the ceiling. It led in a little moonlight, but it was eerie and being tied down to a chair didn’t help out.

“Боже мой! Боже мой! (Oh my God! Oh my God!)” I screamed, feeling my heart rise into my throat. My breathing was intense and heavy and I struggled for air. I knew it was all in my head, but I was terrified. “Помоги мне! Помогите! (Help me! Help!)”

“Shut the hell up, Russian!” Brad snarled, spitting in my face, as he reappeared and roughly wrapped a strand of rope around my neck. “I hate Dallas.”

“Нет! Нет! JAMIE!! TYLER!! Нет! Нет!” I wailed.

Brad tightened the rope in place. He pushed, attempting to strangle me to death. I could feel him crushing my windpipe ever so slowly and the pain was immense. I coughed and sputtered. But there was nothing I could do. Brad continued to pulled and tighten the rope around my neck.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of glass breaking from a window nearby. The rope stopped constricting my breathing and loosened. I felt the chair jerk backward into the darkness. A gloved hand clamped over my mouth and a threatening voice hissed, “Don’t make any noises or moves, Nichushkin!”

I blinked, seeing nothing, but I could hear movement and scuffling noises. I could also hear hushed whispers and calls of my name. It was Tyler and Jamie and they were calling for me like I was Marshall or Cash, who had escaped from the house.

Before I knew it, Brad had the tape and was wrapping it around my head, over my mouth. I whimpered and he smacked me, but then he vanished. I pulled at the tape, but he’d wrapped me up nicely and the tape wasn’t cheap stuff either. It would take some serious jerking and even scissor cutting to get the crap off.

I flinched and was startled by another noise. I heard Jamie grunting from somewhere. Brad must have caught him and was taping him up.

“JAMIE!!” I heard Tyler shriek. “Brad come on! Turn on the lights and let’s you and me fight this out. Stop scampering around like a little rat and ducking my challenge.”

“Me? Ducking? No, Tyler, I would never do that!”

And I heard Tyler screaming and the sound of torn adhesive. Brad had them all now. And as soon as Tyler’s shouts ceased, the lights flooded on. I saw Jamie tapped to a pole and he was grunting with an effort to get free.

On the ground, I saw Tyler clad in only his boxers and his wrists bound with the black tape. He was squirming, trying to get free. Draped on a table was Tyler’s shirt and pants.

Brad stood by the light switch, spinning the roll in his hands. “Not bad for a Bruin pest, eh?”

Tyler spat at him and kicked out. “Let us go!”

“I might. I mean, you scarred me pretty deeply Seggy. Nothing, no apologies are big enough to make up for what you did!” The small rat-like man rounded Tyler and walked to the table. He set the roll on it.

“Marchy, come on. It was an accident and I told you we could be friends!”

“Friends?! I was in love with you Tyler. I still am!”

“So you’re jealous?!”

“I thought we had a future together, then you leave me, getting traded to fucking Dallas, Texas. Reilly’s NOT you! Reilly’s a rip off. I want you. I wanted you. And then a few weeks later, I finally get a text...an ACCIDENTAL text. You thought it was no big deal, that I wouldn’t be hurt. You’re soulless Tyler Paul Seguin. SOULLESS!” He hovered over Tyler, who was staring at him with big brown eyes. Brad was pissed off.

“I-I’m sorry, Marchy, please...”

“It’s too late for apologies! It’s too late for you! I love you Tyler Seguin and well, after long consideration, I’m going to kidnap you and make you be mine FOREVER!”

“You wish!” Tyler snarled and whipped his leg around, kicking Brad in the knee. The small man staggered, before dropping to the floor.

He launched forward and pinned Tyler to the ground. The younger man fought with him, but Brad made out with him and raped him.

“Tyler! I’ll save you!!” Jamie screamed and yanked against the adhesive around him. It was enough to pull him from the tape bondage. He brushed the tape off and darted to Tyler’s aid. He threw Brad off and grabbed the shaking Dallas forward into his arms. He embraced Tyler closely, but the poor guy was crying.

“Marchy...Mar-Marchy...h-h-he r-r-raped m-m-m-m-me!!” Tyler stammered. He buried his head into the older man’s shoulder, sobbing.

As Jamie patted him, stroking the back of his head, he narrowed his eyes at Brad. And I felt a cold metal blade pressed against my neck now. I whimpered and shivered at the touch. The Bruin had found a weapon, a sword, from the warehouse’s interior. He had it pressed firmly in place against my throat.

“Here’s what’s going to happen Jamie Benn, you’re going to let go of the pathetic man in your hold there and then I’m going to slit the Russian’s throat here. Once that is accomplished, I’m going to take the same weapon and kill you with it. Then I’m going to take Tyler, cause both of you will be dead.”

“How about I kick your spoiled little ass instead?”

“You could, but I can still slice baby Russian’s head off.”

“Valeri,” Tyler whimpered, wrapping his arms around Jamie and slowly turning his head to look at Brad. “Be brave, sweetie. We won’t let him kill you.”

Brad pressed the blade in deeper. I screamed into the tape, begging them to do something. And then something did happen, two more people arrived.

“Marchy, put the weapon down. Now!!” Patrice commanded, darting inside and skidding to a halt a few feet from where the two Dallas Stars stood and where Brad had me held hostage. Reilly had followed him and almost bumped into him. He looked as awkward as ever, avoiding eye contact.

“Bergy, glad you could arrive and discover me, but you’re a little late!” He made a surprising move and chucked the sword at the light suddenly. It contacted, sending sparks flying and distracting everyone. He made a quick move and shoved me backward and then trapped me in some room. He bolted the door, as the building was submerged into darkness once more.

From the room I could hear Tyler being yanked from Jamie’s hold and dragged away from him.

“JAMIE!! DON’T LET HIM TAKE ME!! JAMIE!! HE--!” His cries were muffled somehow.

I could hear Jamie screaming for him. He was scuffling about, lost in the dark. But he must have found the lightswitch, cause under the door I could see light once more. I tried to alert Jamie, so that he could find me. I knew it was pitiful, but he had to find me and get this sticky mess off of me!

I could hear him crying and the voices of Patrice and Reilly comforting him and then I heard him calling for me finally. I raised the pitiful muffled noise of my shouts for him and finally heard the handle jiggling in place.

"Valeri!" Jamie screamed, as he furiously jiggled the handle. "VALERI!! VAL!!"

“It’s me! It’s me!!” I tried to scream to him.

And after what felt like hours, the door was wrenched open by a steaming Jamie Benn. He darted inside and pushed me and the chair back out into the main room of the warehouse. I’d been shoved into a tool shed room or closet.

Patrice and Reilly joined him as they all worked to untape me from the chair. Jamie took care of removing the tape cautiously from my mouth and balled it up in his hands. He tossed it to the side and when the rest of the tape was off, I sprang from the chair and threw my arms around him.

“Thank you! Thank you!! Daddy Jamie save me!” I cried.

“Yes, Daddy Jamie did save Baby Russian, but now, Daddy Jamie and Baby Russian must go save Daddy Tyler from Big Mean Bruin Brad.”

I nodded, smiling. Then I looked at the two Bruins, who were discarding the tape in their hands. “They help us?”

“We will help you. We aren’t like Brad. You can trust us,” Patrice grinned, patting the awkward Reilly Smith on the shoulder.

“Completely,” Reilly said, nodding.

We all took off out of the warehouse, wondering where Brad had taken Tyler. But where was that? We stood, staring at one another and trying to figure that out. I glanced around. The warehouse building had been on the corner of a vast wood area. It was 9:00 pm outside and we were all tired, yet aware. Brad could be lurking and he might attack us again.

But after a few minutes of silence and nothing happening, we weren’t sure what was going on. Tyler had to give us a clue. Was he even nearby?

Notes

“Yes, Daddy Jamie did save Baby Russian, but now, Daddy Jamie and Baby Russian must go save Daddy Tyler from Big Mean Bruin Brad.” - My favorite line :D He's such a little baby kid...well, he's a baby Russian!! :P
Hey, there's only three chapters left!! :)


Next up: Saving Daddy Tyler from Big Mean Bruin Brad! :D