No game no pain

　　Alexey’s POV

　　Take Magnus with you to Dubai, she said, it’ll make me very happy, she said. I’ve been trapped in this room, tied to this fucking chair, for God knows how fucking long, I’ve been pissing and shitting in a fucking bucket I haven’t had a shower in forever, I probably look like shit, and have no idea about the state of my company, and what’s worse than all that?

　　“Hey Alexey, do you think today they’ll give us any alcohol if we beg nicely?” Magnus inquired.

　　That’s what’s worse, Magnus never seems to fucking shut up.

　　“Maybe if you offered to suck their dicks again you might get that drink,” I responded sarcastically.

　　“That was just one time, I admit, it was a low point, I’ll pay you to never mention this to Irena, she’ll never let me hear the end of it, literally for all eternity,” Magnus pleaded before stifling into a giggle and then bursting out into laughter causing me to laugh out loud as well.

　　“Quiet in there!” The guard at the door barked at us causing us to keep quiet, but only for a split second before Magnus broke the silence by saying;

　　“Why don’t you make us shut up?” The guard growled as he burst into the room we were tied down in and punched me right across the jaw, this was nothing new, over the few days I had been down here, I had endured multiple beatings on intervals, I’m pretty sure I had a few cracked ribs a bruised jaw and various other injuries, but it always hurt a little more when I got hit for something Magnus said, the man is literally tied to a chair right behind me, hit him instead for fuck’s sake.

　　Although I suppose, I deserve a few of those seeing as he was kidnapped simply because he was around me.

　　My business rivals can be quite extreme and I am a very important man after all.

　　“Is that all you got? You hit like a little bitch!” Magnus mocked the guard causing him to hit me across the face once again before going back to his guard post grunting all the way back there.

　　“Fuck you, Magnus Munster,” I cursed as I spat out some blood and a tooth.

　　“And for your information, he hits very hard,” I informed trying to catch my breath.

　　“Well duh, of course, he does, he’s a six-foot-four bus disguised as a man, he probably hits much harder than a little bitch,” Magnus said giggling lightly and despite the pain, I giggled too.

　　We had made a little game during our time here. Wherever there is, each person talks shit at the guards, trying to get them to hit the other person.

　　Dumb game, I know, dumber still was the ease at which Magnus was winning, he has a silver tongue, he’s able to effortlessly get them to hit me.

　　Although I’ve gotten the guards to hit Magnus a few times as well.

　　But his ability to seemingly control the guards wasn’t the only thing that was weird about Magnus that I noticed in our time together as roommates, so to speak.

　　Magnus never seemed tired, he never used the bucket, he barely slept and he tried to hide it, but it was clear that he didn’t eat either, except that one night I woke up and heard a rat dying from behind me like it was being torn apart by a predator.

　　When I asked him about the bucket, he simply put it off by saying, ‘I’ve trained my body to outrightly shut down all bowel activity until proper facilities are available.'

　　Seemed legit so I left it alone, but now, I don’t know, maybe I’m just overcomplicating things.

　　It’s been a week since we were kidnapped back in Dubai, and yet the kidnappers haven’t made any demands. I haven’t even spoken to the man in charge.

　　This has to be personal, maybe a former lover? Dihan my ex could do this, but then again she doesn't give a fuck about me enough to kidnap me.

　　Maybe the spouse of a former lover?

　　We have to get out of here.

　　But first, we need to deal with the problem we have where every time we try to break free, Magnus gets physically weaker.

　　We had tried two days ago and he cried out in pain and mumbled something about silver and his restraints, before losing consciousness, one of only two times that he’s been quiet since we’ve been held here.

　　We had just received a lifetime ban from a third bar that night after Magnus got it into his head that an old lady in a wheelchair was faking it for whatever reason.

　　And after minutes of speculating and arguing, he finally got out of his seat, staggered over to her, and pulled her out of the chair.

　　She was not faking it.

　　Security threw us out shortly after.

　　Undeterred, Magnus simply shrugged it off and suggested the next place.

　　I should’ve cut it off for the night right then, but to be honest, I was drunk too.

　　So we went over to the next place and Magnus somehow managed to turn the bar into his party.

　　That’s when Irena called.

　　I could barely hear her though, I admit I was having fun, but I’d have had so much fun with her here.

　　And then I had to end the call abruptly because Magnus had somehow ended up on top of a stage and stripping naked. I had to put a stop to that quickly, but it was too late.

　　Security was alerted and soon after we were bundled up and thrown out of the club.

　　We had barely gotten our footing when everything went dark and I woke up here, tied to a chair with Magnus tied up behind me, pleading to suck dick for a drink.

　　But I'll be sure to leave that part out, maybe.

　　I was trying to contemplate exactly what I was up against.

　　Who these people were.

　　What they were after.

　　And why the fuck they couldn't have tied us up in separate rooms or something?

　　They have the resources from the weapons they were packing.

　　And that's when suddenly we heard a noise, screaming, and gunshots.

　　Our kidnappers yelled for backup as repeated shots were fired, this lasted for a while.

　　Whoever they were fighting, Swat, FBI, the freaking army, whoever it was, our kidnappers were losing, it sounded like they didn't stand a chance.

　　I was just glad that we were going to be rescued, an important man like me couldn't possibly go missing for this long without the world noticing.

　　It was only a matter of time.

　　The screaming and shots seemed to come closer and closer to the room we were being kept in.

　　Whoever our rescuers were, they were making headway.

　　“What’s that noise?” Magnus inquired, he had gone unconscious, the situation was finally taking its toll on him.

　　And on me as well, I felt myself slowly starting to lose consciousness, maybe my body was letting itself rest as a result of the hope and realization of our imminent rescue.

　　Just before I lost my last sliver of consciousness, the door to our would-be living quarters suddenly flew open, breaking apart and scattering as a result of our bus-sized man of a guard being thrown through it…

　　My vision started to blur after that, but I must have been seeing things because someone looking like Irena's driver and a girl that looked like him, walked through the door and stood over us.

　　“Oh no, we have to hurry, they're on their last legs,” I could barely hear as the male voice spoke with concern in his voice.

　　“Yeah and also, this place stinks,” the female voice responded in the complaint.

　　I barely heard anything else, but that's all I could pick up before I completely lost consciousness. A lot of shit didn't seem to make sense, but one thing was for sure, Magnus and I had been rescued.

　　And not a moment too soon.

　　Irene stood in front of me, it felt like it had been years since the last time I laid my eyes on her beauty.

　　She smiled at me, didn't say a word, just led me away from that fucked up room, her hand felt so soft in mine.

　　I followed her around like a puppy for a while until she finally turned back to look at me and I took in her form for the first time in what felt like years.

　　She had on a bright red dress with glitter on it, red bottom heels, and let her hair flow down her shoulders and back, she looked gorgeous.

　　She finally opened her mouth to speak but her voice wasn't her’s it sounded like Magnus as he said;

　　”Alexey, hey Alexey, wake up, if you die, Irena’s gonna kill me for sure,” Magnus said as I opened my eyes to find myself lying in Irena’s bed with Magnus hovering over me.

　　“Oh God, I died and went to hell,” I quipped as I tried to move but felt my wounds hurt with every move.

　　”Careful, you'll rip your stitches,” he said sounding concerned for a split second before he smiled and said; “I'm just kidding, you have no stitches, not yet at least, but the doctor is here right now, and will get you some stitches and bandages for big boys, alright sweetheart?” he quipped as he giggled which made me giggle.

　　“Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go find and help Irena,” he informed me of these plans and genuinely expected me to stay put?

　　I knew Magnus was dumb, but this dumb?

　　“I’m coming with you,” I said, trying to get up.

　　I successfully sat up and found my entire midsection covered in bruises and injuries, it’s a miracle I survived.

　　But it was clear I couldn’t and wasn’t going anywhere.

　　And that’s when I reasoned out something very weird that did not make any sense at all.

　　“Didn’t you go through the same treatment as me?” I was visibly puzzled as I asked the question.

　　“How are you able to move around so easily without any discomfort,” I finished as Magnus smiled and looked at me like I was a child who had just discovered its belly button.

　　“Oh sweet Alexey, uncle Magnus will tell you all about it someday, but for now, I gotta go find your girlfriend, she could be in trouble, the doctor here will take care of you, and after that, you know your way around Irena’s place, make yourself at home,” he had to yell the last part since he was already practically out the door as he spoke.

　　I lay in bed and had the doctor examine me for a while and draw up his diagnosis.

　　“You’ve got two broken ribs and three cracked, a fractured jaw, a broken nose, five broken fingers, one bruised kidney, you’re missing a few teeth, and you have a concussion,” he listed out all the things that were wrong with me.

　　“Missing teeth!” I exclaimed, everything else seemed like an easy fix after I healed up, but how would I grow back my teeth, but then I weighed that to the fact that Magnus and I somehow survived that ordeal, long enough to be rescued, I’m just glad to be alive.

　　After the doctor was done with me, I laid in bed for a while trying to piece together the events of the past week to see if I could get a full picture, but there were too many missing pieces.

　　Who kidnapped us?

　　Why?

　　And why did they keep us for so long without making any moves?

　　It made no sense, and even less sense the more I thought about it and it was starting to give me a headache.

　　I needed to stop, take a breather, I was free, broken, but free, I was in a comfortable bed in a familiar house and so I decided to take it in and just relax.

　　I fell asleep for a while and when I woke up I felt much better than I did earlier, that doctor must’ve been some sort of magician.

　　I got up and walked around looking for something to do and I made my way to the living room, where I turned on the television to find very shocking news as the headline.

　　The headline read ‘Vampires are real, and they’re going to kill us all,’

　　The news continued to talk about millions of people being found dead and drained of all their blood.

　　This is crazy, are vampires real?

　　This is the headline on the biggest news station on the planet.

　　The newscasters interviewed a woman who raved about a group of people who walked away from a plane crash and stole their clothes and cars.

　　None of it seemed to make any sense.

　　Was this some sort of joke?