Ryo looks at him. Blinking and pouts as he is stopped. Wondering what was going on. "Okay?" he says in questioning confusion. Biting his lower lip. Wtaching him and kisses him back. Looking at him. "I'll try not to worry Saint-sama." he says softly. He blinks and nods his head. "Alright..." he says softly. Watching him leave. Sighing a bit he starts to work on his computer. Unable to not worry but not worrying too much. Reaching over he turns his phone on. Putting it on the bed beside him. A few hours passed and he left the dorm room. Leaving Saint a note that he went out. He takes out a special one time use bike capsule. At the end of the day it would turn to dust but he had plenty of time before midnight. Ending up at a junkyard of parts. Starting to work away happily to music only he could hear. He was working just fine until some gangsters came towards him.<br/><br/>Turning he cries out as they shoved him roughly into a pile of junkyard items. He struggles and kicks one hard in the gut. That one let him go and he ran. Only to get tackled to the ground. "Your coming with us." the leader growled. He thrashes around and tries to wiggle to get away. He shakes his head definetly. Paling as the leader says. "Oh...but an old<span style="font-style: italic">friend</span>of yours wishes to see you..." Ryo paled as he knew the one they had to be talking about. The only one who was stupid enough to believer Ryo liked him as a friend. And for some reason the sadistic bastard thought he owned Ryo. Ryo was gagged and blindfolded. His phone still in his pocket on vibrate. He was thrown in a vehicle.<br/><br/>Around ten pm the gangsters tore off the blindfold. Leaving him gagged and tied to a strange bed looking thing. Arms above his head and legs spread wide open. He thrashed around trying to get free. He chews on the gag trying to tear it apart with his teeth. He couldn't see anything due to how bright the room was. He wouldn't until he adjusted to the light change again. He hears cold and sadistic laughter yet couldn't find where it was coming from. A voice who hadn't said anything but he would recognize that laugh anywhere.