Heart is Full

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[center [size11 {X} is your run of the mill evil genius. He tries to take over the world, he gets stopped, he breaks free of prison, or gets acquitted, he goes home to his wife and kids, rinse and repeat. {X} was beyond bored with his life until {Y} showed up.]]

[center [size11 {Y} is the spy that all spy movies loved to portray. He had a smile that could win the world, charisma for days, and intelligence to the boot. Everyone loved {Y} but himself. {Y} had nothing to come home to but a small terrier and a bottle of whiskey, that he didn't even like. {Y} was tired and worn out; counting down the days until he could retire. That was until his latest assignment, stopping {X}. ]]

[center [size11 {Y}'s mission ended poorly and soon he finds himself imprisoned by {X}. He has accepted his demise but it seems like {X} has other plans.]]

[center [size11 {X} has found himself falling in love with the spy. The spy he knew about before {Y} was even exposed as a spy. {X} doesn't know what to do. Kill {Y}? Let him go {Y}? Divorce his wife and ride off into the sunset with {Y}? {X} just didn't know what to do. ]]

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If Theodore was being honest with himself, which was something he rarely was, Milo had a few fair points. There was no way to ensure that Theo kept his promise and leave Milo be or give him a head start. It was still worth the attempt. Hell, people would be surprised how many times a ballsy request like that actually went through.

“Are you talking about your daughter? Is that the “something very important”? I would hope so, but some people’s priorities are all kinds of messed up. Like I said last night I have no information about her, and she is in no danger from me or H.I.T,” Theodore honestly said. He doubted his words offered any comfort, but it was the truth. Theodore knew nothing about Milo’s daughter. In fact, last night showed him he knew nothing about Milo with the exception of the bare minimum facts. If he ever got out of this alive he fully intended to go through H.I.T’s database and find out more about Milo instead of taking the Director’s words at face value.

Theodore rolled his shoulders a little bit as he looked up at Milo, finally deciding to give Milo the answers to the few questions he asked, “I would say trust me but that would be kind of silly. There is no foundation of trust between the two of us so the only thing I can say is there is no way to know I will keep my word. I would but that is because I want to be able to urinate in peace, eat food that I can trust won’t make me ill or kill me, play with my dog, and sleep on a very comfortable bed. I am also slightly peeved that H.I.T didn’t give me all the information and therefore more willing to wait before alerting them of your departure. It is all on you if you believe me or not. Either way I do have to pee so I’m at your mercy on how you do it. At this point I could care less.” There were no honeyed words or large promises. Theodore had kept with the truths. If he was released, then he was going straight home and sleeping for the day before bothering to report to work.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 2d 23h 5m 39s
[font "tempus sans itc" The male crossed his arms over his chest, and he shook his head. He hadn't really thought about it, when he gave the male the bucket. He could have done something to help him. He stood there and eyed him up and down. He was kind of surprised to hear how chatty the male was becoming. Was this some type of trap for him? Or was it something more than that? He didn't care though. He wasn't about to fall for the whole scout's honor thing though. He wasn't a boy scout, and he wasn't that stupid. He smirked a bit, and shrugged his shoulders.]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 "I mean as tempting as that sounds, I can't let you go. I won't let you go, because you might have dirt on something very important to me, and I can't have you attacking what's mine"] he said lightly. He then reached up and ran a hand over his face. [#47A747 "I mean I could help you get your pants undone, and after that, you can do whatever you need to do. It's not that hard. Then again, if I come near you, you'll end up hitting me over the head, or something. Even if I did let you go, how do I know you'd hold your word about the head start? There's just so much hanging there, that I don't believe you"] he said, and meant it.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He didn't believe this male, and he wasn't going to believe him either. Deep down though, he was starting to fight with himself. Maybe he should let this male go, take the offer for the head start, get his daughter and leave. Something he'd thought a lot about it, even before Theodore came into the picture. He wasn't about to let this male get away though. There was no way in fucking hell. What would be in it for him anyway? He cocked his head to the side, and kept his mouth shut. Letting his words hang in the air, waiting for Theodore to start answering some of his questions.]
  vιllιan / MoonBird- / 8d 13h 2m 24s
[i ‘I thought he was in the kitchen,’] Theo thought to himself as he impatiently waited for Milo to answer his summoning. After a few minutes Theodore contemplated that maybe Milo didn’t hear him. He didn’t know just how thick the walls were and they could very much dampen the sound of the pail being kicked. A frustrated sigh left Theo’s lips as he waited what had to be forever, like he was being the one inconvenienced .

For a man tied up and unable to do a damn thing for himself he had a whole lot of attitude. The moment Milo rounded the corner Theo cocked a perfectly groomed eyebrow up, an unamused look settled on his face. “Sorry my foot slipped…” He sarcastically began, “Though I did have a few questions since you are down here. Did you expect me to use the bucket? Or is it there just as a tease? These pants are really expensive and dry cleaning is already a nightmare, so I rather not add to my own sorrows,” Theodore finished as he wiggled his tied-up hands.

Despite the cool exterior after his little speech he was screaming inside a little bit. He knew he shouldn’t be as mouthy, but he was just cranky. Between getting shitty sleep and not knowing what Milo was going to do next Theo was just not a happy camper. All the other “villains” that Theo had dealt with fit a certain mold. Capture him, try to sweet talk Theo, get mad and beat the shit out of him. Rinse and repeat. Milo had yet to act like this at all and Theodore honestly had a feeling that Milo hadn’t planned much when it came to capturing Theodore.

Theodore, not one to back down from his perceived persona, rolled his shoulders a little before starting to talk again. He was feeling somewhat talkative now. “If you want you can untie me. I wont attack you; scout’s honor and all that jazz. Or you can release me, and I’ll even give you a three-hour head start.” Theo was never a Boy scout so the whole scout’s honor was a blatant lie, but he wasn’t lying when he said that he would give Milo a head start if he released Theo. There were a few things that he needed to do, predominantly care for a pup and take a nice long bath.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 43d 5h 14m 52s
[font "tempus sans itc" Standing in the kitchen eating the toast, he then realized what had happened. He hadn't retied Theodore's hands, to where he could relieve himself. He was kicking himself all of a sudden, and wished he had done it when the other had been asleep, or when he had been knocked out in the first place. He was about to go and see if there was a way he could do it, when he heard the sound of the pail clattering. He groaned lightly, as he put the unfinished toast onto a plate, and grabbed a knife. He put it in the belt of his jeans, just in case the handsome male in his basement tried something.]

[font "tempus sans itc" That's when his phone started to ring. He couldn't really catch a break, and it was starting to bug him. Theodore could wait a while longer. He hurried into his bedroom and grabbed his phone. [#47A747 "Hello?"] he breathed into the phone. [b "Milo darling! You sound out of breath. Is everything okay darling?"] the sound of his mother's voice reached his ear. He knew his mother would be getting a hold of him sooner or later. He had hoped it would have been later. He took a little too long to reply, when his mother was talking once more. [b "Milo? Are you there sweetheart?"] she asked. Another thing that annoyed him.]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 "Yes mother I'm here. I was down in the kitchen when I heard my phone ringing. So I had to run and answer it. Everything is alright. How are you doing?"]]

[font "tempus sans itc" [b "Oh, I should have called later today.. I'm sorry honey. When you told me you were coming home, I was looking forward to seeing you. Would it be alright if I came and saw you this afternoon?"]]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 "Today's not a good day mom. I'm kind of tired up with trying to figure everything out, and trying to go and see Beth"]]

[font "tempus sans itc" [b "Do you really think that's a good idea? I don't know if you should see your daughter any time soon. She's been doing so good lately, I don't think her knowing you are around is going to help"]]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 "She is my daughter, and I will see her when I want too. I have to go mother. Goodbye"] click... He wasn't in the mood to deal with his mother hounding him. In a way she was right. Maybe seeing Beth would make matter's worse. He shook his head lightly and put his phone on silent. He had to go and see what happened with the pail, and see if there was anything he could assist Theodore with. A small smirk passed over his lips at the thought. He put his phone back down, and walked out of the bedroom.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He made his way through the house, and down to the basement. [#47A747 "What do you need?"] he asked when he rounded the corner and locked his eyes on the handsome man. He crossed his arms across his chest, as he waited for the other to speak.]
  vιllιan / MoonBird- / 43d 12h 31m 34s
Theodore had just finished counting every crack in the ceiling he could see when Milo decided to come to the basement. Theo lazily moved his eyes away from the ceiling to look at Milo, who of course, had to look gorgeous. [i ‘Really why did he have to be my captor?’] He thought to himself as he noted that Milo brought food and a pail and his best attitude.

Instead of answering Milo Theodore just gave the other man a look as he was being accused of starving himself. That was exactly what Theo had in plan, not because he wanted to starve, but because he was trained not to accept food until he absolutely needed it. Did Theo need it now? Nope. Did his stomach grumble from the thought of food? Yup. He would survive though.

When Milo left Theodore looked down at the pail beside him. His brows scrunched as he stared at the object. [i ‘Is Milo really an evil genius? Or just stupid…’] Theo thought. He wouldn’t mind using the pail it was just the how could he use it, which is why Theodore was silently questioning Milo . Theodore’s hands were tied behind his back making it so he couldn’t undo his fly of his sadly crumple suit pants. He could maybe shimmy out of his pants but that was also unlikely because he didn’t think he could get the pants past his waist with them still buttoned. Then there was the fact that even if he could get past those issues, he couldn’t get up at all!

This being captured was becoming a pain for Milo especially since it was at the hands of an amateur… a handsome amateur that Theo had to stop thinking about. If Theodore had been captured by someone a little bit more well versed in capturing people he would at least be tied up to either a radiator and getting the shit beaten out of him or a cell where Theo could move around in. In those instances, he would at least be able to pee, one of which would have been on himself and that would be unpleasant but normally his captors weren’t good looking.

Tossing his head back Theodore let out an exasperated sigh before looking over to the pail one more time. Maybe he could use Milo’s amateur ways against him. Theodore kicked the pail, causing it to clatter against the floor, then he expectantly looked over to where he expected Milo to appear.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 76d 19h 12m 46s
[font "tempus sans itc" The night seemed to pass without much of a hassle for the male. When his alarm went off, he shut it off. He laid there a while longer. He let out a small sigh as he finally rolled out of bed, and made his way to the bathroom. He did his normal business, and then took a shower. When he was done, he wrapped a towel around his waist and walked back into the bedroom. He opened up his closet and pulled out a pair of jeans, and a black t-shirt. He then dried himself off, and slipped into his boxers.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He then finished getting fully dressed. He then made his way to the kitchen and started making some toast. Maybe he should just let the male in his basement go. What was the other things he would need from the male? He wasn't talking, and if he let Theodore go, would he hunt down Beth? That's the one thing that was stopping him fully. He shook his head lightly when the toast popped up. He then found an old pail sitting beside the back door, and picked it up.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He carried the toast and pail to the door, and he unlocked it. He then made his way down the stairs, and he noticed that the male was awake. [#47A747 "Are you going to just starve yourself? Also here's a pail for you to use"] he said, as he set the pail down onto the floor right next to Theodore, along with the plate of toast on the other side of him. He crossed his arms over his chest, and looked the male up and down. Was he even going to talk? Or were they just going to go around in circles?]

[font "tempus sans itc" He stood there rubbing the back of his head, and sighed a bit. [#47A747 "If you need anything else then go ahead and call out. I'll be upstairs in the kitchen, and I'll be able to hear you"] was all he said as he mounted the stairs once more, and went back upstairs. He kept the door open, seeing as the male downstairs couldn't really escape. He made some coffee, and put in a couple more slices of toast for himself. He stood by the counter looking out into the backyard, letting out a small sigh.]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 [i 'Maybe you should just turn yourself in. Get all of this shit taken care of. Make sure that no one goes after Bethany either']] he thought to himself. He crossed his arms over his chest, slowly debating on what to do. This was a war he didn't want on his hands, but either way shit was going to end up worse for him either way. When the coffee and toast was done, he stood there eating a slice of dry toast, letting his mind wander.]
  vιllιan / MoonBird- / 89d 6h 46m 58s
Thomas frown as they lost contact with Theodore. He knew that he shouldn’t have used such a valued agent on his personal vendetta but what was done was done. With any luck Milo would be quick with killing Theodore and move on. Thomas didn’t want Milo and Theo talking. Theodore was always a kind soul and if he got any information on why he was really spying on Milo he wouldn’t be happy. The last person to find out why Thomas hated Milo had been on the cusp of reporting Thomas to the board. It was a shame that Thomas had to take out that agent, but Thomas had to do what he had to do.

“Anything on the tracker?” he asked one of the handlers, as a show.

“Nothing sir,” They chimed in response.

Thomas let out a loud sigh, his shoulder sagging in mock disappointment. “Call off the search. Milo has probably gotten a hold of Theodore by now. We will regroup in the morning with clear minds to bring our agent home.” He said as he grabbed his suit jacket and slid it on. The sad, remorseful look on his face slid off his face. Thomas had promised Evelyn and Ellis that he would bring dinner and it was already so late. Hopefully a pizza place was open this late.

[center ~]

Theodore slept like shit. His neck was stiff, and his shoulders ached from the position they were being held in. Then there was the fact that he was cold and there was only so much he could curl up to keep himself warm. Needless to say, Theodore was a grumpy pants who wanted Milo to either end it or let him free because he really, REALLY, didn’t want to sleep like that again.

[i ‘When did I get soft?’] He thought to himself as he rolled his neck back and forth. Theodore really missed his bed. And he had to pee. His existence at the moment was just a curse and he didn’t know when Milo would be gracing him with his presence.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 98d 22h 6m 3s
[font "tempus sans itc" The male tossed and turned all night. He honestly didn't understand why he was having such a hard time sleeping. It could be the fact that he had someone locked in his basement, someone who wasn't talking about the reason he was following him. That was something the really pissed him off. Why the hell would people follow him? He understood a little bit about why they weren't talking, but why would they put someone though all the trouble of watching him? He sighed lightly wishing with everything in his body, that he could get a little bit of sleep.]

[font "tempus sans itc" Another thing that was keeping him awake was Bethany. The thought of his daughter, being in danger made him sick to his stomach. What else was he supposed to do? He couldn't really kidnap his own daughter could he? Was that something he would be more than willing to do? He sat bolt up right and looked towards the window. Maybe he could go and check on her one more time. Make sure she was okay, and that no one was following her. No, that would make him look like a total stalker.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He stood and started to pace around the bedroom. He was trying to think of ways of even contacting his daughter. Would it be wise? Or would that just make her upset, ad push her away? That's something he would have to work on. He didn't want his daughter hating him, but at the same time he knew she would be safe. He sighed as he ran a hand over his face. Everything was happening so quickly, and he didn't know what to do. His body was telling him he needed sleep, but his mind was telling him something different.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He sighed lightly as he moved over to his desk, pulled out the chair and found the notebook he's been writing in. Not many people would understand that he would write in a journal. It helped clear his head, and he knew no one would read it, unless they killed him, or he lost it. Which wasn't going to be happening any time soon. He grabbed a pencil, opened to a fresh page and wrote the date and time in the right hand corner, and started writing away.]

[center [font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 [i I went and saw Bethany today. She looks amazing. I know she wants nothing to do with me, and I'm honestly okay with that. As long as I know that she's alive and well, that's all that really matters to me. I'm not going to dwell too long on her, since I have something else eating at me. I have a stranger in my basement. A handsome stranger at that. I honestly don't know how to put all of that into words. He was sent to follow me, and when I found that out I ended up capturing him.]]]]

[center [font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 [i I didn't really have much choice in the matter. He would have found out about Bethany sooner or later, and I can't have that. I really can't. I want her safe, and I want her home. Maybe I should go out there and talk to her. Make her see that she's in danger living alone, and the only person who can protect her is me. I have a feeling she will fight me tooth and nail on this, but how would I word all of this to her? That's something I'm struggling with.]]]]

[center [font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 [i It's getting late, and knowing me I would be up another hour or so writing. But for now, at least I got what I wanted out of my head. Now to make an action plan, and see where it goes from there.]]]]

[font "tempus sans itc" The male finished writing, and then put the pencil back into the holder. Put the notebook back into the drawer where it was hidden, and clicked off the light. He climbed back into bed, and pulled the blankets over his head. He laid there, and pretty soon sleep finally washed over him. The night was finally over.]
  vιllιan / MoonBird- / 102d 10h 3m 16s
Theodore was neither hungry nor did he actually trust Milo when it came to the food. Theo’s paranoia and training didn’t allow him to really contemplate eating The food especially this early into captivity. There was no telling what Milo could have done to the food. Maybe, if he was stuck here long enough, Theodore would take Milo up on his food offer but that would only occur once he hit max desperation.

The offer of food, however, didn’t get a chance to be declined because before Theodore could open his smart mouth Milo was up and walking away, presumably to leave. Milo was leaving and Theo was tied to a chair. [i ‘Fuck my life,’] he thought to himself as he leaned his head back and waited for the room to go dark. This tactic was Theodore’s least favorite to endure. He hated it so much he had a night light in his room. Theodore’s dislike for darkness came from three months of captivity where he only saw light once and that was when he told his captor to fuck off and broke the man’s nose. Funny enough that stint in captivity was on purpose so they could place a mole but that didn’t make the situation better.

What happened next, like the rest of the night, surprised Theo. The lights weren’t turn off and the only thing Theo heard was a lock clicking. His stiff shoulders sagged in relief and a sigh of relief left his lips. He may be locked up but at least it wasn’t dark.

For a few minutes Theodore contemplated on what to do next. He wasn’t too sure he could get out of his bindings and if he did what was next? If Milo was smart, and Theo had a feeling that unfairly handsome man was intelligent, the lock wouldn’t be easy to break through. If it was a simple lock then Theodore could break it off but that would cause a whole lot of ruckus and alert Milo. None of these options appealed to Theodore and to be perfectly honest he was exhausted and really didn’t want to think. Leaning his head back Theodore relaxed his shoulders and closed his eyes. It took a few minutes but eventually Theo did fall asleep.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 116d 4h 19m 41s
[font "tempus sans itc" When Theo spoke about his employer's not targeting family members that made him relax a little bit. He honestly didn't know what to do now. The time was getting late, and he wasn't getting anywhere with this male. He sighed lightly as he reached up and rubbed his face lightly. He needed time to really think about getting out of this, and the fact he had someone held captive in his basement. That wasn't a good idea on his part either, but he honestly didn't care right now. He had more important things to worry about.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He knew the male wouldn't be going anywhere, anytime soon so he stood and pushed the tray towards him. [#47A747 "If you get hungry, then you are welcome to eat. I'm not that heartless"] he said lightly. He didn't have anything more to say. He wasn't getting anywhere, and he wasn't about to stay down her longer than he had too. He turned and headed for the stairs. He paused a moment, shook his head and then headed up the stairs, taking it one step at a time. Once at the top, he closed and locked the door behind him.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He had seen the shock on the other's face when he mentioned his daughter, and he couldn't help but wonder if Theo didn't know anything about her. So that might be a good thing on his part. He did need to figure out how to get Bethany to go with him though. He didn't know if the woman was seeing someone, or if it was just her and her mother. Those were things he needed to know. He couldn't get a hold of Hazel though, she would call the cops in a heartbeat.]

[font "tempus sans itc" Then he would for sure end up in jail once more, and he couldn't afford that. At least not right now. He walked through the kitchen and looked at the time. It was later than he thought it was. He sighed a bit as he ran a hand over his face. He then walked down the hallway, and to his bedroom. He gathered up clean clothes, and walked into the bathroom. He turned on the water in the shower, let it heat up and then undressed, tossing his dirty clothes into the hamper behind the door.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He took a quick shower, and then shut the water off. He then changed into the boxers he had, and then stood at the sink. His head was spinning. How was he going to get the male downstairs to talk? He could go back to his old ways, and start cutting off body parts, but he wasn't like that anymore. He was a changed man. He sighed as he clicked off the light. He went and checked to make sure the basement door was locked. Theo wouldn't be going anywhere. His ropes were too tight.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He then made his way back to his bedroom, he fell into bed, and laid on his back. He put a hand behind his head, and laid in the dark for awhile trying to figure everything out. Something would have to give, and it would have to give soon. He sighed, rolled onto his side, pulled the pillow over his head, and tried to sleep. The night was going to be a long one, that's for damn sure.]
  vιllιan / MoonBird- / 125d 3h 32m 23s
Theodore was not expecting Milo to let go of him. The spy had fully expected to have the life choked out of him and die a slow and painful death with nothing being able to stop it. Well, that wasn’t fully true, he would have to give up information and Theo was like a dragon when it came to information; he didn’t share it freely. What little information he did have on Milo was protected by years of loyalty which kept his lips sealed shut. Thankfully, nothing came from Milo’s threat.

As Milo went about tightening Theo’s bindings his eyes followed and tracked the male. He didn’t look happy at all if the expression on his face was anything to go by and that made Theodore somewhat happy. If he was going to miserable tied up then Milo should join in on some of the misery.

Theo watched as Milo sat down and couldn’t help but snort when Milo offered him information on his arrest. A dark and well shaped brow arched upwards and Theodore’s face showed only boredom at the suggestion. “Really? That is all the information you are willing to give? Information that I can find out if I really wanted to dig? No thank you,” He harshly retorted. Theo didn’t know why Milo was locked up but if he ever got out of this he would be looking it up. At the time he had accepted the job Theodore hadn’t felt Milo’s arrest was pertinent information. Now... well now he had a feeling it was but he refused to give Milo the satisfaction of having information that Theo wanted to know.

Theodore’s eyes finally left Milo’s handsome face and to the tray of food that laid near the other man. Really? Food. That wasn’t going to crack Theodore. Theo looked back up at Milo and if his face looked bored and unamused before then it was now at a severe level. “Food? Seriously?” He asked. Sure eating would be great but it wasn’t going to break Theodore down enough. So far all the options Milo was giving to get answers were mediocre at best. D- for the effort. Theodore was thoroughly unimpressed.

[center Until he wasn’t. ]

The next words out of Milo’s lips surprised Theodore. Nowhere in Milo’s dossier mentioned him having a child. This information was [b very] pertinent. It was information that Theodore liked to have before any job. It wasn’t because he would hesitate to kill his mark because of familial obligations but because family tended to be loose ends for his marks. They tended to visit their children and spouses despite being on the run. This information was how he was able to track down some of his more elusive targets. So for the information that Milo had a daughter to only be brought up now shocked him and that shock was evident on his face.

“I don’t have an answer for that. H.I.T doesn’t actually target family members. We may watch them but we don’t aim to harm the innocent, if that is any consolation,” Theodore replied. The more Milo talked the more answers Theo needed from his handlers and his boss. Clearly he was only given a thimble of information about Milo when the information about Milo was much more.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 128d 38m 55s
[font "tempus sans itc" Milo's temper wasn't the best, and he sure as hell wasn't making matters better. He watched as Theodore locked eyes with his. He sighed lightly, as he let the male go. He didn't know what was coming over him, or why. All he knew was he wanted answers. He wasn't going to get them this way either. When he moved back, he double checked to make sure the male was bound tightly. He then sat down on the ground, and folded his legs under him. He was losing all of his patience at the moment, and that wasn't a good thing.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He didn't know if Theodore knew why they were after him, but maybe he could tempt him a little bit. [#47A747 "I doubt your men, or whatever you wanna call them, didn't really tell you much about what I did. Here's the deal, you tell me the small answers you have and I'll tell you the crime I committed, that landed me jail time"] he said lightly. He wasn't really sure if it would work, but a man could try right? Now that he had a better look at the male in front of him, he took it.]

[font "tempus sans itc" Those brown eyes that had looked right into his, made his heart seem to flutter inside of his chest. He didn't understand why, but it did. He hadn't seen eyes like that in a long ass time, and if he did, they were about to fuck him up. He had learned a couple of things while being in jail. Don't make eye contact for long, otherwise you would end up getting beat. That's the one thing he learned, and still to this day, he couldn't really look the male in the eye.]

[font "tempus sans itc" His eyes then moved to the male's face. He wasn't gonna lie, Theodore was pretty nice to look at. The jawline was perfect, he liked the fact that the man's hair was a mess. A weird thought seemed to cross his mind, but he wasn't going to ponder on that. He was surprised that Theodore hadn't put up much more of a fight a little bit ago. Then again, he couldn't really do that now could he? He was bound tightly, and he wasn't going anywhere. He sighed lightly as he looked towards the tray of food.]

[font "tempus sans itc" He then looked back towards the male and raised a 'brow slightly. [#47A747 "I'll let you eat if you give me a little bit of information"] he said, making the offer a bit sweeter. He didn't know if the other would take it, but if he was smart enough he would. He put his elbows onto his knees, and waited for the other to speak. He himself was getting hungry, but he wasn't about to eat anything, until he got some kind of information. He didn't care what it was, as long as he got something.]

[font "tempus sans itc" Another thought crossed his mind, and he couldn't help but voice this one. [#47A747 "Is my daughter safe from you bastards?"] he blurted out. That's the one thing he was worried about as well. They seemed to know everything about him, yet they didn't fill Theodore in, and he wanted to make sure Bethany was safe. If she wasn't, he was going to make sure she was. No matter what the cost would be. He wasn't going to let his daughter get hurt, because of him.]
  vιllιan / MoonBird- / 138d 19h 23m 3s
An involuntary hiss left Theodore’s lips as the bag was pulled from his head and he was greeted with blinding light. The light wasn’t even that bright once his eyes were able to adjust to it but it was those few painful seconds where the light bloody burned. With his eyesight restored he was able to scan over his surroundings. Milo Alexander was the nearest thing to him and was as handsome as his pictures had suggested. If Milo wasn’t his target then Theodore would have probably started to shamelessly flirt with the man and peacock in front of him. Sadly, Milo was his target and his hands were tied up so he couldn’t even fix his own hair to make him look more presentable. Theo just knew that his black hair was standing up a million different ways instead of his perfectly gelled back style he kept it in.

Beyond Milo he saw very little things of interest. They were in a basement was the knot thing Theo could tell and that was based off the nondescript boxes, pipes, and what he was assuming to be stairs. He wasn’t too sure that they were stairs with the light being dim that far out but he was okay with assuming that the shapes he saw were stairs. Before Theo could ponder more about where he was Milo was talking.

Of course the man wanted answers and they were answers that he wasn’t going to be sharing. Milo would be a fool to think that Theodore would divulged any answers to his questions. To be fair Theo didn’t have all the answers on why his organization wanted Milo. He knew that Milo had committed some crime but what it was had been classified to him. Theodore didn’t bother asking why so much information was classified or why he didn’t have the need to know. At the time he didn’t care now he somewhat wished he had asked some more questions. Just so he could know more on why they wanted Milo so badly. Especially since his life was at stakes.

To emphasize how bad a position Theo was in Milo tightened the bindings on his wrists. They were tighter than before and the rubbed raw skin started to throb. He probably shouldn’t have tried to break free so early. It would have saved him from more discomfort but hindsight was 20/20 and here he was listening to Milo’s questions and his rant. Through the whole rant he remained silent. He didn’t have the answers to the questions the Milo posed not the willingness to answer.

That was until he Milo turned on him and wrapped his hands around Theodore’s throat. Theo’s head smacked harshly into the wall and Theo knew that a horrible headache would be coming. That is if he survives being choked out. Milo seemed to be angry and one wrong move and his fragile windpipe could be snapped. Would that be too bad? He wouldn’t see Colonel again but the pup was young enough that he would be fine in a new home. Not only that but his loyalty to the organization that he had been involved in since he could remember was winning out. Theo’s adoptive father had been an agent and when Theodore turned 18 he also had joined up. His loyalty ran deep.

Taking as deep of a breath as he could he met Milo’s eyes with his dark brown ones. “Then you are wasting five minutes,” he challenged while his heart began to pound painfully in his chest. This wasn’t how he expected to go but it was acceptable.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 153d 11h 27m 0s
[font "tempus sans itc" Milo cocked his head to the side listening to the male speaking. He could tell that Theodore was out of his element, and the fact he had asked a simple question was throwing him off. He sighed lightly as he debated on what to even say. He was at a loss for words, and he sure as hell didn't know what to say. The male was sarcastic as shit, and he would have loved to hear more, but he did have one thing on his mind. That was making sure the cops were off his case, and he could easily get his little girl.]

[font "tempus sans itc" The male looked around quickly, making sure there was nothing to let Theodore know where he was. The basement was filled with pipes, and boxes. The only window was on the other side of the wall, and Milo felt slightly better. He reached over and pulled the bag off of Theodore's head. He then cocked his head to the side, and took a step back. He bent down, resting his arms across his legs, letting the male get used to the lighting a bit before he finally spoke.]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 "I know you and your buddies are on my case, and I want to know why. Start talking, and tell me what I wanna know, then maybe I might change my mind about killing you"] he said. He let his words hang in the air. He watched the male, and noticed that his wrists were red. He reached over and made sure the bindings were holding. When they were a bit tighter, he seemed to relax a little bit more. He reached up and ran a hand over his chin, and titled his head a bit to the side.]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 "Why were you following me? Huh? Why is there a huge bounty on my head? I didn't do anything wrong, just trying to protect what's mine after all"] he muttered lightly. He stood and started pacing around the room. What was he supposed to do? He was at war with himself, and he felt like he was losing everything around him. The grip he held so tightly too, was slowly slipping though his fingers. He felt like something was missing. Theodore still wasn't talking either. What the hell was he supposed to do?]

[font "tempus sans itc" He sighed a bit as he walked back and forth in front of the male. [#47A747 "What the fuck is wrong with people? Can you really blame a man for wanting to get his child back? Can you? Just because I escaped from prison, doesn't mean shit. I could have done so much more damage"] he breathed out. It was like he was talking to someone else. He stopped pacing and looked at Theodore on the ground. He closed the gap between them, grabbed the male around the throat and hit his head against the wall.]

[font "tempus sans itc" [#47A747 "Start talking, you have five minutes"] he breathed. He kept his hand around the man's throat, and a good grip as well. He wasn't about to let this male off easy. He was going to get what he wanted, no matter the cost.]
  {vιllιan} / MoonBird- / 159d 6h 56m 3s
A few minutes had passed and Theodore could feel himself getting annoyed with the circumstances. He was used to being captured and tied up. Hell his training had a whole month dedicated to him being tied to a radiator with a bag over his head but today he just wasn’t having it. If everything went how he planned it then he would be home right about now curled up with his little Scottie named Colonel while avoiding paperwork. To be more honest he was mostly put out because he wasn’t with his dog. Colonel was the only light in his life and he just wanted to be home.

Theo was about to let out a loud exasperated sigh when he heard sound. Almost instantly he froze and he tried to stay still and pretend he was still asleep but he knew it didn’t work. He had been fidgeting way too much before and there was obvious indications that he already tried to get out. His wrists were probably angry red from the twisting and pulling he had been doing earlier. Theodore’s belief that he failed to appear to be asleep was confirmed when he heard his captor walk up and then some clinking. Soon after they started to talk to him.

Theodore couldn’t help but tilt his head to the side and he felt the cover shift with him. Normally he wasn’t asked how he feeling when captured. His normal greeting tended to be a fist to his stomach and demanding questions. Being asked how he was just kinda of threw him off. “As good as one could be when being tied up with a bag over their head,” he sarcastically responded. These responses tended to be the reason why Theo got very rough treatment. Even his trainers had gotten annoyed with him and his sarcastic responses but it was Theo’s defense mechanism so he would never stop.

Shifting a little bit he relaxed his stiff shoulders a little bit. “Can we make this quick?” He asked. Another thing out of the norm was Theo asking questions but he just wanted this to be over with. Either by him finding a way out or his life ending. He just wanted it to be over with.
  .Theo. / GuillotineDreams / 164d 13h 33m 32s
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