WHO: Henry Claus, Krampus, then Iestyn Ceredig and Tinsel Claus, maybe addy when they get home? WHEN: Sunday evening WHERE: A cabin in the woods, a car, and then home WHAT: Pooooooor Henry WARNINGS: Sex (only referred to!) and drugs
From the moment he was grabbed until he was shoved into the van, Henry was panicking so much that he couldn't hear anything except his blood rushing in his ears. Once he had been shoved into the back of the vehicle though, he managed to catch the words 'bachelor party' and he took a deep breath. Then he heard a voice he recognised.
"Operation Bachelor Party commenced!"
Henry's entire body language went from terrified to fucking annoyed in seconds flat. "Krampus! Fuck's sake, I thought you were- You can't just snatch me from my home!"
"Where else was I supposed to get you?" Krampus said, laughing. "And the bachelor party surprise kidnap is a tried and true ritual!"
Henry was still shaking from residual stress, but at least he knew he wasn't about to die now. He wasn't so sure Krampus was going to live through this, but they would see. "Can you at least let me go now? Take the blindfold off? My wrists hurt." He felt the van pull away from the curb, and he swayed with the motion of it.
"Can't let you see where we're going," Krampus explained, "that would ruin the surprise! You're going to love it, Hen. I didn't know which gender you preferred so I invited all genders! A full spectrum of fun, just for you."
Henry gritted his teeth, but any protests were just going to fall on deaf ears, so instead he said, "fine, but I'm not seatbelted in back here, and if we get into an accident and something happens to me, imagine what my father's going to do to you."
There was a pause, and then the van slowed down considerably.
The ride took about an hour all up, and Henry was well and truly unsure of where the hell he was by the time they pulled to a crunching stop up a dirt drive. Henry was helped out of the van, the restraints cut off, and the pillowcase pulled off his head to reveal- ...well it kind of looked like a cabin from a horror movie... "Where the hell are we?" he asked, worried.
"This used to be a forest service cabin, but it's well off the grid now," Krampus explained. He pulled out his phone and switched it off, and he signalled to the others to do the same. "Can't have a lost weekend if we're not lost! Come on."
There was already music coming from the cabin, the deep sound of bass shaking the trees. Henry grumbled, but best to just get this over with. He stumbled his way up to the cabin to find the place full of naked, writhing bodies. Several people were stretched across sofas smoking weed, and someone was in the corner doing lines of coke. Henry didn't know a single other person besides Krampus, but that didn't surprise him. The cabin was one huge room, with stairs that clearly indicated a second level, but they were so rotten he was fairly sure they would give way if anyone attempted them.
Over the course of the next few days, Henry would learn that the cabin didn't have electricity or running water. What it did have was one door to the outside, and someone always watching it so Henry wouldn't leave his own party. There was food everywhere, but absolutely none of it was individually packaged and Henry had learned a long time ago never to ingest something Krampus offered him if he didn't want to end up drugged. The only thing to drink that wasn't opened were cans of beer. Henry didn't want to get drunk either, but he couldn't not drink anything. Over the course of the next two days, Henry slowly nursed three cans of beer, keeping the cans clutched in his hand the entire time so no one could slip anything into them. Because he wasn't going to lose control here. He was terrified what might happen if he did.
What if he cheated on Iestyn? He didn't want to, but if he had no control over his own body- If he was roofied-
Henry refused to even fall asleep, just in case. Every time he felt himself slipping he would pinch the skin of his leg, letting the pain wake him up just enough. The only other thing he consumed, because he found a pack that was wrapped and untampered with, were a few cigarettes. Henry hated smoking, but there were few things better at killing hunger pangs than a cigarette. And it kept him from giving in and eating the drugged, two day old pizza.
By around seven pm on the Sunday, Henry was sure he wouldn't be able to last much longer awake. He was going to have to sleep, and he didn't know what was going to happen if he did. That and he was so fucking thirsty, and withdrawal from his meds was making him dizzy. He had spent most of the last two days sort of huddled in the corner, trying not to notice the orgies going on around him because...ew. But he looked up and saw that...miraculously...everyone else in the cabin was finally asleep. The days of drugs and drinking and sex had gotten to them and even the door lookout was passed out.
It was his chance.
Henry jumped up and carefully picked his way through the cabin towards the front door. There were keys from various vehicles all over the sidetable there, so he just grabbed a set and hoped. Then he swung the door open and breathed in sweet fresh air. He had nearly forgotten what air that wasn't choked with smoke and sex smelled like.
Henry held the keys up and clicked the keychain, nearly laughing in relief when a car only about 100 yards from him blinked it's lights in response. He wasn't going to waste time here, he needed to get out now before someone woke up and dragged him back into that cabin. He also knew he couldn't just drive all the way back to the city. He was far too tired for that to be safe. No, he needed to drive a little bit away, and then find some way to contact poor Iestyn and Tinsel who were probably freaking out.
He had planned to just pray to David, but upon climbing into the car, his answer was right there. A mobile phone, plugged right into the car. Henry stated the car up and grinned when the phone started charging. Oh thank god. Henry pulled away from that damn cabin and headed out onto the open road while the phone charged up.
Fifteen minutes later, with his eyelids growing heavy, Henry pulled the car off the road and he grabbed the phone. Luckily he knew Iestyn's number by heart, so it was no trouble dialing it. He only hoped his fiance answered a call from a number he didn't know.