Sentencing

Eventually Luther gave up in his attempts to protest against his kidnapper. He fear that he would get a gruesome death if he continued to enrage the mysterious man. In this silence all thar could be heard was the drone of the sleek cars tires movement against the asphalt and the faint hum of the cars ac doing its casual job of keeping the car a nice cool temperature.

In the previously mentioned silence Luther was trying to formulate a plan of escape. He could do something he saw in some action movies or web comics. Gouging out the eyes, throat strike, or hitting the temple full force were the plans he thought of. He'd never actually been in any physical confrontation (that he fought back in), but he thought of it a lot in his free time so he can probably do it without struggle.

Eventually the car came to a slow stop right outside what could best be described as a utalitarian building in what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, or at least far from any city, home, or really any human. It wasn't purely barren though, it was connected to the street. Luther was reminded of times Banquinn rambled on about an unusual building far from the towns. It was even too far to be rural. It was only talked about on online forums that involved people probably wore "I believe" ufo shirts un-ironically. And it was only those who had left there house and wandered for probably hours to find it. And had no way of sneaking into. Sneaking being at most hopping a fence or crawling under a wide enough gap. They theorized of the buildings purpose, government psyop, a failed companies warehouse, or a canceled construction project.

The car had stopped. And the man had stepped out of the car, Luther tried to do the same but was meant with locked doors. He could see that the man was walking towards the right car door. Luther crawled towardscthe opposite door, as to defend himself better.

The right door opened. The man had disappeared from Luther's sight for barely a second and he somehow was on the right door, even when he was clearly walking towards the opposite. It'd at least take 15 seconds to get there with the pace he was going at. Luther fell out of the car, he had put much of his weight on the door only for it to stop holding him up. Before Luther could git the floor the man had grabbed him by the clothes handle of his backpack.

The man yanked Luther by the handle and dragged him with what seemed to be minimal effort. He walked up stairs doing this too. Eventually the found themselves in front of a pair of doors. The man looked up towards a camera, a loud click could be heard coming from the doors after a second of the man's staring. He shoved the door like it was in bis way and as if he hated it, then threw Luther (by the whatever) onto the cold, smooth and sanitized floor of whatever building they were in. It was didn't seem rundown or abandoned in the slightest. It had top of the line everything including shiny floors, ceiling lights that made a mockery of his schools lights.

Luther sat there in awe of the perfection he was seeing. He saw people in long white, and flowing coats that put any science coat he saw to shame. They walked only with purpose, their ages varying from clearly seasoned veterans in whatever field of science work they did, to people who probably barely graduated whatever school they went to for their scientific education. Only youngest looking scientists even gave Luther a quick glance. The older ones walked like they had places to be. Some were conversing, some were holding clipboards to their sides while doing so. And even fewer looked like they were enjoying their conversation. They all were at work and barely had the time to give Luther a single thought in their probably vast minds.

While Luther was sitting their awestruck, the man had already lost whatever patience he had left from the car ride and grabbed him by the hair. Pulling his head backwards and spitting out venom filled threats, and one demand, all through rage clenched teeth "Get up off your ass and follow me you pile of shit.". The man shoved Luther's head when letting go.

Luther tried his unpracticed self defence against the man only to be met with a harsh retaliatory strike to the jaw after the strikes missed their mark. It was as if he was out of reach even though he was so near earlier.

His face was met with a hard punch. The vibrations the punch made a sound of a sick thump throughout his skull. It had felt as if a professional pitcher threw a heavy and hard rock directly at his jaw. He clutched his just to make sure it wasn't hanging on by a few strands of muscle fiber. He even looked at the floor for a second tl see if it fell off. He couldn't tell if the punch was that hard that it made him slightly delusional or if the pain felt like it. He tried to stand to run away but his legs didn't agree to it. He stumbled around, dizziness making waves through his body.

His mind was barely hanging on to consciousness, and it let go of whatever it was hanging on with. Everything faded to black.