Characters: Chance, Leandro, and eventually Autumn Setting: The Elevator Rating: PG
To say that the blindfold and the shackles hadn't made him a little nervous would be a lie. Everyone was quiet, nothing but the sound of boots against flooring and his own heartbeat pounding in his ears. He wondered for a frightening second if he was actually being led to his death. Logically, it didn't add up, but that didn't stop his imagination from jumping on the idea with all of its limbs.
When the blindfold was finally pulled off his face, he blinked against harsh, artificial light. A quick, a sweeping glance helped him take stock of his surrounding. There were bags at his feet. There were men leaving the elevator, and to his left was a towering, tattooed hooligan who looked like he'd fought a losing battle against an irate barber.
"You can't--" He rushed forward just as the elevator door closed between him and the guards, "...leave me with him." Chance finished weakly. Blue eyes glanced over his shoulder, the whole movement slow and measured, as if he was afraid any sudden movements might provoke the other man.
"Um," He cleared his throat, and then immediately jumped when the elevator lurched into motion.