Smooth criminal. (bxb pafp)

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    A light frown played across his lips, obviously not happy with the males words. But he only nodded, leaning back in the chair. "Fine, whatever. As long as I get to call him." He responded, hea tilted to the side.

    "More or less," He started, opening the box to retrieve a small video camera with an overwhelming amount of cables coming out. They were for preventing tracking and adding effects. "So, just read these first, make sure you got them." There were a few large notecards held up behind him, HEY Mr. Grey! So, if you don't pay $999,000,000 to a certain gangster (I think you know), I'll die, painfully and slowly. K, love you, bye was written sloppily on it.

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    He frowned at the words, rolling his eyes. "Im not calling him Mr Grey. Im calling him Dad." He mumbled. Dustin was a bit surprised by how much money was being asked. Thatd certainly but a dent in his fathers money. But he was silent, only shrugging. "Okay, I got it." He hummed.

    "Right, right, and remember, this isn't live or anything. Try something stupid and you're father will be getting alongside one of your... unnecessary parts." he glanced to the boys fingers, ears and toes, then smiled.

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    The blond couldnt help but to roll his eyes again. "Okay, okay. Can i just talk to him now?" He huffed out.

    The man nodded and switched on the camera, letting it roll for a second as the boy was centered in the shot. From where he was, it was chilling to see the scene so bright and also so disturbing, it was... wonderful.

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    He flinched slightly at the sudden brightness, narrowing his eyes. "Hey! I thought you were calling him! " He huffed. Sighing, he dully read what was on the card, shifting slightly in the chair.

    "More or less." He repeated, smirking. He nodded along to the words silently, and when he was done he shut off the camera quickly. He pulled it over to him and examined the footage, working through the cables to unplug them. "You'll get a response soon enough, I guess it's more like texting than calling." He handed the camera back to the man before him, and the two left the room. Leaving Dustin with only one guard.

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    He scowled, watching the man go. He completed ignored the guard, trying to get out of the rope. He didnt want to stay here any longer.

    The guard eyes him sideways, but there was guilt in his eyes. His face was littered with sympathy, like he was just as helpless as Dustin. Of course he wouldn't disobey the man, he could barely move, but he wanted to.

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    Dustin quickly caught sight of this. He stared at the male. "Can you please help me? Ill make sure you get rewarded.." He pleaded.

    The silence stayed in the room, awkwardly. He looked down to Dustin and shook his head, his sympathetic eyes holding back tears. His body was much smaller than the other guard, but his shoulders were still bulky and his arms were muscular. "Sorry, kid."

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    Dustin frowned deeply, looking at his feet. "Please....im worried my father wont care. I dont want to die." He whispered. He was lying through his teeth, but he could be a very good actor when necessary.