Alexander & Jake || Kidnap
Alexander wiped away the spit that Jake threw his way. The has half a mind to kill the boy in front of him then, but the boy had a very expensive piece of equipment hidden inside of him. A tracking device. It’s not everyday that someone gets to tag and track a witch. Specially not one that lives well in the academy. So he might just let this one slide by with that one, but anything further from that won’t have any guarantees. He can always recover the device… Without anesthesia. But that might prove to be difficult. That device wasn’t meant to be removed easily.
"Listen." Alexander growled, growing impatient. "I’ll let you live. Wanna know why?" Alexander didn’t give Jake much of a chance to answer. "Because you are my little bitch, understand? You something inside of you that I control. A tracking device, it has a few other purposes, but it’s best that you don’t know what else it does for now." Alexander huffed an angered breath. "Now, I’m going to tell you what you’re going to do." He said as he picked up a syringe. "You’re going to wake up in your bed, like nothing ever happened. In fact, nothing did happen. This never happened. You won’t tell anyone about me or what I did to you. Because if you do, there’s no guarantee that the next time we meet, you’re going to still be alive. Understand?"
Jake smirked at him when he spat at him, that will teach him a lesson. Though it probably wasn't a smart thing to do it did feel good. He didn't regret it. He chuckled and sighed feeling annoyed of all this. "Are you going to kill me or not?" he asked him. He felt like he was all talk now, he didn't want to egg him on but he felt uncomfortable being tied like this. He narrowed his eyes, tracker? What did he mean by tracker? When was that put in him?
"You take it out!" he said "take it out now!' he wiggled under the ties. He wouldn't remember anything, he had to. "I won't forget, I'll remember I swear to god!" he was upset. He was going to be a snitch without even knowing it. He felt so horrible. He got himself in this situation and he wouldn't even be able to get it out. "I'll..fuck.." he groaned and looked at him. "Okay..' he whispered. He didn't want to die, he'd figure something out, he had to.









