Ricky roused. He licked his lips. Tasted metal.
Smelled something nasty ... had he shit himself?
He told his eyes to open. Couldn’t make it happen.
His body felt heavy. He wanted to move. Couldn’t do it for nothing.
He could hear Satan growling and snarling. He wanted to call out to the dog ... couldn’t do that either.
Slowly, he managed to make his lids slide upward.
The stained ceiling confirmed that he was in his house.
On the floor. Kitchen. The battered linoleum felt cool beneath his back.
What the hell happened to him?
He tried to lift his right arm again.
Too heavy ... or maybe something held it down.
He concentrated hard on turning his head to the right. Finally it rolled in that direction. His arm was stretched out, his palm up. What the hell was in his hand? He tried to lift it, pain shot up his arm.
He worked at moving his other arm. Rolled his head that way to see. His left arm was extended away from his body, palm up, just like his right. Something in that hand too.
He lifted his head, stared at his legs. His legs were spread apart. He was naked. There was something around his ankles, pinning him to the floor. He couldn’t move them; when he tried, it hurt like hell.
Wait. He dragged his gaze back up to his hips. What was that stuff all over his pelvis? Dark ... reddish.
Blood?
Had he been bleeding?
Shit! Had someone cut off his dick?
He wiggled, tried to get free.
A scream echoed in the room.
Pain exploded in his hands and arms, his feet and legs. That was when he realized the screaming was coming from him.
He coughed. Almost choked on his own spit.
He raised his head again, tried to see. Was his dick still there?
There was something sticky on his chest. When he looked down, his chin touched his chest and he could feel it. He struggled to focus his blurry gaze. More blood.
Shit!
He tried wiggling again. But his body was so heavy.
Drugs. Somebody had drugged him. Wait. He remembered his body convulsing, the shock ... like electricity zapping him hard.
Taser. Somebody had Tasered him.
Son of a bitch.
He tried to look around the room. Couldn’t see anybody. The light over the stove was on ... it was dim but he could see a little. Somebody had to be here.
