Chapter 36

Henko laid sprawled out on the hard ground of the building he was in. The men, including Dante, had left some time ago. Henko was unsure how long, or even how long he had been laying on the floor. Only thing that he knew was that his body was in complete pain. He didn't want to move. Even though his body was in pain, he was still alive. Dante had left him alive. The man just told him,

"Watch who you decide to be involved with." And left the room. He was alive, and that was all that mattered. Now that he was alive. He needed to get out of the building. Mustering all of his strength, Henko slowly made his way onto his hands and knees, and soon a sitting position. Slowly taking his time. Henko was able to get onto his fee. Liquid slid down his legs when he stood up. He knew exactly what it was. Taking one baby step at a time, Henko slowly made his way over to the chair Dante was sitting on. He had hoped to find his clothes and purse in the area. Closing in, he was able to see some fabric that he knew was his dress. Walking over to it, he picked it up. His face turned sour when he saw pieced of the dress falling down to the ground. They had cut up his dress. Looking to the side he saw strands of blonde hair. It was from his wig. They had torn apart his entire wardrobe. Henko took the pieced of the dress and began to cry. How was he going to get home without the material? A sparkle was seen through his tears and Henko moved closer to it. It was his purse. It still looked in normal shape. He opened it and saw that everything that he had in there was untouched. Pulling out his cellphone. Henko checked to see if it was still fully charged. It was, but there was no signal in the building. If he wanted to make any kind of call. He would have to do it from outside. Henko slowly made his way out of the building. He tried to ignore the pain that was rushing though his body.

Once outside, a smell passed by his nose and felt a chill going through his body. He looked up and saw dark clouds forming. The sound of thunder could be heard from above. It was going to rain. What was he going to do? He had no clothes so he couldn't call a taxi. Even though there was no one around. There was no way that he could walk down the sidewalk in the form he was in. Henko looked down at that phone and he read the time of 2:48 am. The men had held him for about five hours. Tears were swelling up in his eyes. He was held captive for that long. Rain soon began to pour onto the young man. Henko's already sore body was beginning to freeze with the cold water that hit his naked skin. There was nothing that he could do except to sit down and try to think things through. The young man wanted to go home. He wanted the entire day to be wiped from his memory. The rain began to get heavier as the material he held in his hands become cold to the touch. Henko knew that he couldn't stay still. He could catch hyperthermia. He needed to call someone, even if it had to be his own father. Opening his phone to the contacts, he scrolled through and one name caught his eyes.

"Ivan." What was his name doing in his contacts? He never asked the man for his number. Even though Henko had no idea how the number came into his phone he still stared at it. He was debating on whether or not to call the man. He had a feeling that even if he called Ivan, that Ivan wouldn't do anything for him. Yet, what if he did. The numbness from the cold was kicking into his fingers as well. He needed help. He needed it now. Pressing Ivan's name on his contacts, he pressed the call button. It took a few seconds before the sounds of ringing could be heard. Henko waited for the man to pick up. It felt like the phone had been ringing forever. Ready to give up and try someone else, a familiar voice answered.

"Hello." Henko was silent for a moment. The man, he really picked up the phone. "Hello. Is anyone there?" The voice rang again in Henko's ear. "I know someone is there. So answer." The voice demanded. Tears were falling from Henko's face as he tried to speak out.

"I…Ivan…." Henko cried out. The voice was quiet for a moment before speaking.

"What do you want?" His voice was low and mono toned.

"Ivan…" Henko spoke out his name again.

"Yes, what do you want? If you just keep repeating my name. I'm going to hang up on you. I don't have time for these silly games."

"Save me…" Henko cried out. "Please save me!" There was a silent pause before the voice on the other side spoke again.

"Save you from what? What is even going on?" Ivan questioned. His voice sounded as if he didn't care.

"Please! I'm cold. I was taken advantage of. I don't have any clothes. Help me." Henko cried into the phone.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Please help me." Henko cried again.

"Why should I? If I recall, you told me to say away from you didn't you. So why you asking for my help all of a sudden?" Henko had a feeling that this was going to happen. Like Dante said, Ivan doesn't care about anyone. Why would he think that Ivan would've cared for him in any way? He was just something to fuck. That was all.