#&&. I'll make another in a little while where your muse is Scott's guard!

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Open Starter ( wrong place, wrong time )

Scott had been missing for several HOURS. He never returned to his hotel earlier that night, and those who tried to reach out couldn't even get him to pick up his phone. How could he if it was thrown within the deep and murky depths of a fountain.

Quite a bold move it was to snatch a high profile actor. But high profile meant this guy was worth A LOT. It didn't help Scott didn't have any security with him. Being a guy with a strong 6'4' stature, it lead himself to believe he would be untouched. That couldn't be further from the truth.

Being stashed way in what looked to be a dark supply closet, the handle was, to no surprise, locked tight, not allowing any form of escape.

The actor's hands were tied behind his back, and his mouth taped shut. His head was still reeling from the effects of chloroform, and every movement felt as if he had just downed a whole bottle of alcohol. Was the room spinning? The actor stumbled, back against the wall, and he slid down to the floor.

Breath was quick, racing along with his heart that pounded with fear within his chest. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Where is he...why is he here. His brain was a buzzing wasp nest. If only he was actually Bolt - the SUPERHERO that he played on TV.

Now....now... He was reduced down to nothing but a defenseless victim. Stiffening when he heard a noise in the distance, his eyes on his bruised face DARTED to a pipe that was just lying there.

Using his leg, he desperately tried to slide it over closer.