Who: Jamie Kemp, Dantalion, Beelzebub What: You barely have to touch someone to break them When: Saturday afternoon, into the evening Where: Streets outside, then an abandoned warehouse somewhere Warnings: Demons, severe headfuckery, possibly physical torture, TBD
Jamie had spent the night at Theseus', but when he got up on Saturday morning to take a shower, he realized he didn't have a change of clothes. He didn't really want to go back home just yet, so he took his time having breakfast, and then just laying around until he really couldn't put it off anymore. After promising he'd be back within a couple of hours, he left and headed back to his apartment.
But he never got there.
He was about halfway home when he got jumped, several sets of strong arms hauling him into an alley. There was a hand clamped over his mouth, and all of them were wearing masks. He felt a needle slip into his neck, and his struggles grew weaker. Then everything went black.
Dantalion pulled off her mask, shaking her hair out of her face. "Put him in the van," she told the others, all of them demons under her command. "And if he dies before we get there, I'm skinning all of you alive."
They drove him to an abandoned warehouse in Queens, hauling him inside and tying him to a chair. The drugs in his system would take some time to wear off, and then...then it would be time to play.