Missing

"Thank you, officer," Tiffany murmured as she ended the call, her voice heavy with concern. Standing aboard the yacht, she turned to face Drayvos and Dr. Girkin, her expression a mix of worry and disappointment. "They said there's not much they can do until it's been 24 hours," she explained, her arms folding uncomfortably across her chest. "But Alex has only been missing for 6 hours…"

A thunderous bang echoed through the room as Drayvos unleashed his frustration, his clenched fists pounded his wooden wall of his yacht home.

"Have we tried tracking his phone?" Dr. Girkin interjected, his brow furrowed in deep concentration as he pondered a solution to their predicament, "Oh poor Alex, and the Gala event for the Museum is tomorrow night!" 

Tiffany shook her head solemnly. "Yes, but his phone was left behind in the restroom at the park," she revealed. "Why would Alex leave like this? He was happy—happier than I've ever seen him."

"And what about park security?" Dr. Girkin inquired.

"Nothing conclusive," Tiffany replied with a sigh. "They have footage of him entering the park, but there's no sign of him leaving. Unfortunately, the restroom area isn't well-covered by cameras; most are focused on the shops to deter shoplifters."

Drayvos, lost in a whirlwind of guilt and regret, berated himself silently. "I should have been there for him," he muttered, his voice tinged with self-loathing. "I should have…" he shook his head, then with a furious fist, he pounded his new wall, "I should have protected him!" Suddenly, his frustration boiled over, and with a furious outburst, he struck the wall with his fist, the force of his blow causing a gaping hole to appear.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Dr. Girkin exclaimed, her eyes widening in alarm. "Alex's new man has quite the temper!" She shot a disapproving glance in Tiffany's direction, as if assigning blame.

"Drayvos, calm down!" Tiffany urged, her voice laced with concern as she cautiously approached the seething giant. "Destroying your home won't help us find Alex any faster."

Frustrated and desperate, "Where is Alexander!?" Drayvos paced back and forth, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the events of the day.

"I don't know where he could be," Tiffany admitted, sinking into a nearby chair. "I just don't know."

—

In the dark glow of the black lights, Alex groaned as his consciousness struggled against the encroaching haze, his vision swimming in a disorienting blur. A peculiar scent, a blend of burning sage and eucalyptus and other burning fumes, filled the air, enveloping his senses in a surreal and intoxicating fog.

"Well, look who's decided to grace us with their presence!" Darrick's voice echoed through the chamber as he leisurely circled around his captive, a wicked smile playing upon his lips. "Yes, I am burning sage and eucalyptus," he admitted with a twisted grin, "And yes, I'm well aware of your... sensitivity to it. But what you might call an 'allergic reaction,' I prefer to think of as the 'Perfect Alex drug,'" he quipped, punctuating his words with a sharp slap of a frayed whip against Alex's stomach. "After all, it seems to make you as pliable as putty and high as a kite!" His laughter filled the room, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Alex's spine.

Despite his efforts to shake off the effects of the fumes, Alex found himself succumbing to their influence, his senses dulled and his mind clouded by their potent intoxication.

"And here's another little surprise for you, my dear 'A to the X'," Darrick continued, gesturing towards a metal pipe and tube as he positioned Alex over a drain in the floor. "I've taken the liberty of douching you empty. ensuring you won't need to worry about using the bathroom for at least a week," he declared triumphantly, his laughter ringing out once more. "But fear not!" he added, his fingers pinching Alex's cheeks in a grotesque parody of affection, "Daddy's got all the protein you need right here!" With a lewd gesture towards his leather-covered crotch, he reveled in the torment of his captive.

As Darrick stood back, lost in his own twisted thoughts, "So let's see here, drugged so you can't resist, douched so you don't need to use the bathroom, have all the food and water you need right here…" he touched his junk as he eyed Alex suspended in leather and chains, "What am I missing?...."

Alex whimpered and struggled against the restraints that bound him, the rubber ball gagging his protests, the leather straps and chains holding him suspended in midair, rendering him utterly helpless against his tormentor's machinations.

A manic gleam danced in Darrick's eyes as he surveyed his handiwork, a deranged smile spreading across his face. "I suppose there's nothing left to do but to..." he leaned in close, and whispered with chilling finality, "fuck your brains out."