"Yo, we're here~" the almost singsongy tone of your abductor sends a chill down your spine. Abrubtly, you are hoisted out of the limousine and tossed carelessly to the pavement. As you lay there, spooked out of your wits with a sore jaw, your eyes travel upward to meet the gaze of an older gentleman. Someone you immediately recognize: "Uncle Lucas!" you shout in a mixture of confusion and fear, wriggling about on the driveway.
He gives you a silent lookover, only to turn right back to the driver, "Taiga, my boy?" he states plainly, "Was it really necessary to hogtie the child?"
"I had to!" your kidnapper grunts as he fiddles with the ropes holding back your wrists, "I asked him to get in the car and he ran away!" You arch your back to get delegate, "I thought you were gonna do wierd sexual stuff to me, or mug me or something!!" your voice is hoarse from all the screaming, "And you gagged me- that doesn't help!!" Taiga chuckles, "While I would like to do some weird sexual stuff to you-"
"Taiga, that's enough." your uncle steps in, ouutstretching a friendly hand to help you off the ground, "No need to frighten him." You can't help but add 'that's already been done' to his sentence. "Yes, sir." he says nonchalantly, walking back over to the driver's side. "Nephew, say hello to Taiga, my personal chauffer." Uncle Lucas chuckles. "Hi... Taiga..." you awkwardly wave to your former abductor, who winks flirtatiously and purses his lips in response, "Let me know if you're up for any of that weird, sexual stuff you mentioned earlier." Taiga purrs as he hops back into the driver's seat and starts to park. While you are more than a little put off by his advances, your uncle merely chuckles, "Oh he's a scamp, that one." Scamp. Yeah, that's the word.
"Come in, Nephew, I'll put some tea on."
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Inside your uncle's home is amazing, you'd only been there a few times during elementary school and couldn't quite remember the layout of such an elegant home. "Would you like another cup, nephew?" he asks kindly, noticing your empty cup. "No thank you Uncle, and you don't have to call me 'Nephew', you know my name is-"
"Oh come now, I insist." he laughs heartilly and pours you another cupful, "It's good for you, better than any of that soda pop you kids drink these days." Feeling obliged now that he had gone ahead and poured you another cup, you merely smile and take it, "Th-Thank you Uncle." you say after a small sip.
Slowly, conversation blooms between you two. He asks how your folks are, how living on your own was, and if his favorite nephew was getting married anytime soon ("Come on now, Uncle, I'm still young!") And in turn, you asked how he was holding up in his estate after retiring from a long life of working hard ("Retirement, pheh.") And after a few more cups of tea and a trip to the bathroom, your dear Uncle Lucas sprung quite a suprise on you:
"You're moving to France?" your voice cracks slightly from suprise
"No, no, not moving my boy!" he chuckles, "Simply housesitting for an old friend, though if I like it I may pick up and move..." you watch as your eccentric uncle loses his train of thought. "And... you brought me here to tell me that you're going to France?" your excitement grows at the thought of travelling abroad, simply sitting in first class on an airplane satisfy you. "No, wrong again!" he says, picking up his cup for one last sip of herbal tea, "While I'm house sitting in Europe, I need you to stay here and keep things in order!"
You feel your heartbeat race, confusion ensuing yet again, you can't feel your toes; "Wh-What?!" you almost scream in your suprise. "Yes, yes, while I'm gone I need you to stay here and take care of my affairs, don't worry I trust you!" he chuckles gleefully, "It has to beat living in that overpriced studio apartment." He did have a point there.
"W-Well when are you leaving?!" you ask, watching as the elderly man stands up. "In about an hour or so." he says plainly, grabbing his hat from the table.
You twitch, "Uncle Lucas, you're nuts."
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