Johnny gasps and quickly lifts his foot off of you, and your lungs ache with relief. You tremble as the gigantic skater boy bends, looming over you and scoops you up in his hand. "Hey, it's ok" his warm, honey-sweet breath descends down upon you as he speaks "We're gonna find you some help - let's just try to sneak you out of here first."
As if you had the chance to argue, Johnny dumps you in his bag and zips it up. You fall with a thud onto a large pair of dirt-smeared gym socks, which appear to be the source of the overpowering, sickly sweet smell that rules the inside of the backpack. You feel a little queezy, especially when Johnny starts walking and the bumpy ride begins, but when the ride stops all together, you start to worry.
"Where's the fire, Johnny?" you hear a mocking, sleazy sounding voice say from outside. You can hear the twisted, sarcastic smile on Blane, the beach-blond bully's lips, from inside the bag. Blane, wearing jeans and flip flops and nothing else but a tanned sixpack and twinkling blue eyes, snatches Johnny's backpack, and the bully's equally as intimidating buddies hold Johnny back from retrieving it.
"What ya got there, Johnny? A present for your girlfriend?"
"I - I was just-" "Well it's my present now! So what'd you get for me, mama's boy? Candy? Jewelry?" light floods in on you as the zipper flies open, and long, tanned, worked fingers dive in randomly, snatching you from the center of the bag and bruising your left rib in the process.
"Ah!! Ouch!!" Your eyes water with the pain.
Blane looks stunned for a moment, then his eyes look back at Johnny, whose face has drained of all colour, and he laughs appreciatively. "Why Johnny boy, you shouldn't have! My own little bitch-ass rich kid to play with, haha!!" the man's cruel, cold blue eyes look down at you in glee.
"No! He's just-" Johnny struggles to save you, and one of Blane's goons silence him with a blow to the stomach.
"Sorry bout your boyfriend Johnny, but he's mine now. And I know just where to put him.."