Chapter 6
“Morning, sunshine,” Brendan cooed evilly, sneering down at his
sleeping twin brother.
Brian’s eyes quickly opened at the sound of Brendan’s taunting
voice.
“Want some breakfast?” Brendan asked, holding up a greasy
McDonald’s bag.
Brian’s mouth watered, and his eyes narrowed darkly at his
twin. Brendan was teasing him, showing
him something like that, letting him smell the hot food.
Brendan harshly ripped the duct tape off of Brian’s mouth once
again. Then he set down the McDonald’s
bag on the night table and pulled something out. An egg McMuffin.
He’s going to eat that right in front of me, isn’t he? Brian
thought miserably. But Brendan
didn’t. Instead, he unwrapped the
McMuffin and held it up to Brian’s mouth.
“Take a bite,” he ordered.
Brian opened his mouth, then shut it again quickly. What if Brendan had tampered with it somehow? What if it was poisoned?
“Come on, you gonna eat it or not?” Brendan asked
impatiently.
Brian’s stomach overpowered his common sense, and he bit into the
McMuffin. It tasted heavenly to him,
and he savored the small bite, chewing and swallowing it slowly. Feeling more confident that nothing was
wrong with it (for it tasted fine), he took another, larger bite, and then
another, until it was all gone.
Brian’s stomach felt much better than before, but he was still
hungry. And thirsty too.
“Here,” Brendan said, thrusting a small cup towards him. He put the straw up to Brian’s mouth, and
Brian took an eager sip. It was orange
juice. A little warm, but still
delicious. Brian drank it gratefully.
When he was done, Brendan pulled the cup away and set it on the
night stand.
“Why the food all of a sudden?” Brian couldn’t help but ask.
“I couldn’t let you starve to death, now could I?” Brendan asked,
rolling his eyes.
Why not? Brian wondered, but didn’t ask.
“Not yet anyway,” his evil twin added, snickering wickedly.
Brian didn’t respond.
Instead, he tried in vain to hold back the feelings of despair he felt
creeping up on him once again.
***
As the days passed, Brendan began to realize that his plan of
keeping Brian tied up in the room wasn’t going to work. He couldn’t leave him there forever. He needed to move him somewhere else,
somewhere where he would still be confined, but not tied down and unable to
move. Eventually, of course, he planned
on killing his twin, but not for awhile.
He wanted to torture him some more first.
Brendan thought and thought, trying to think of a suitable place
for Brian to be transferred. And then
he got an idea.
***
“Guess what, bro? It’s
moving day!” Brendan announced one morning, when he sauntered into Brian’s room
with his breakfast.
“Moving day?” Brian asked curiously, as soon as Brendan had ripped
the tape off of his mouth.
“That’s right,” Brendan confirmed.
“You’re going to stay with a buddy of mine. He doesn’t live too far away either so I’ll
be able to come visit you. You’ll have a
great time.”
Brian sighed, knowing he wouldn’t. But at this point, anything seemed better
than the hell-hole he was trapped in now.
It had been about a week since his capture. It was hard to keep track of the days, but
Brian figured it had to have been about seven.
Seven days spent tied to a bed, unable to move, unable to speak, except
for when his mouth wasn’t taped, and with a limited amount of food. Brendan usually stopped by once a day, in
mid-morning, to bring him some food, and that was all he got for the rest of
the day. And sometimes, he brought more
than just food. He brought pictures,
more pictures of he and Leighanne making out or worse, just to make Brian even
more upset than he already was.
“Now, listen up,” Brendan ordered, snapping his fingers in Brian’s
face to get his attention. “I’m going
to untie you from the bed, and you’re going to cooperate and come with me. I’ve got my gun with me, so don’t even
attempt to try anything.” To prove his
point, he pulled his gun out of his jacket and showed it to Brian.
Brian gulped and nodded obediently.
“Good,” Brendan said, an evil grin spreading across his face. “Now, let’s get going.”
***
