"L-Leaving?-aah!" The defence attorney suddenly recoiled as the liquid in the lid of the vial was suddenly forced into his mouth, widening his eyes as he felt the cool flesh of the kidnapper's hand sealing his lips to make sure he swallowed the stuff.
"I said, drink." Phoenix submissively swallowed the liquid, presumably water from its flavourless and colourless features, his Adam's apple bobbing as it travelled down his digestive system. The kidnapper allowed the attorney to speak once he'd witnessed this, lifting his hands off of him and tilting his head curiously.
"Wh-What was even in th-that?" Phoenix lightly dabbed his lips with his palm, his cheeks rosy.
"Nothing. It was water. What? Did it taste funny?" The man placed 2 fingers upon the defence attorney's soft cheek, causing Phoenix to flinch;
"N-No, I j-just wondered why y-you were so adamant th-that I-"
"You need to stay hydrated." The kidnapper snapped hastily, avoiding any more questions.
"Anyway, enough of your useless yapping. You're not going to try and get away, are you."
"A-Away?"
"Don't you dare try anything, Pheenie. Or you know what will happen." The flustered defence attorney hugged his, still almost fully nude, body as the kidnapper towered over him, crowding into his space and forcing Phoenix into a fraction of the open area that he had before, his eyes narrowed and steely - catching the defence attorney off-guard.
"I-I don't-"
"Understand?"
"O-Of course..!" Phoenix trembled as the man nodded, sending a swift shiver up his back.
"Good. Now shut up and look sexy, pretty-boy." The defence attorney gaped up at the kidnapper in confusion with wide, innocent, hazel-brown eyes which seemed to catch a non-existent light alluringly as the man delved into his back pocket again;
"Bloody perfect. You know what? Just stay like that for the whole time. They'll prefer you if they see you before hearing you." He paused.
"Unless you can manage a ukeish moan. That'll definitely turn heads." Phoenix closed his mouth, his momentary daze dissipating.
"You shut yourself away - hide yourself - when people mention things about you, don't you?" The kidnapper produced 2 jet-black, long, strips of cloth in his hands;
"Don't answer back to that." He muttered (not that the bashful defence attorney felt confident enough to counter what had been said, anyway).

Before any objections could be raised, the man instantly tied one of the cloths around Phoenix's glittering eyes - not that anyone could see them now, though - and proceeded to gag the attorney with the other cloth, eliciting a small, frustrated, groan from the helpless Phoenix underneath.
"Good boy!" The kidnapper teased, ruffling the defence attorney's hair smugly as he noticed a familiar, faint shade of pink pepper his face.
"Can you see, Pheenie?"
"M-Mmo.." The defence attorney's shy, self-conscious voice became muffled beneath its new restraint;
"What was that? I can't quite hear you!"
"M-mo!" The kidnapper giggled and clapped his hands with delight, relishing the sight of the defenceless defence attorney before him, completely enslaved by him, his wrists bound and his senses dulled by his own handiwork. In its way, he supposed, his job was quite beautiful. The intricate details he put into preparing them - such as the mini looped bows he'd secretly put on the defence attorney - made them all unique, made them all a piece of art; however, despite all of these magnificent artworks, the kidnapper couldn't help but feel that Phoenix was certainly the most beautiful piece of artwork that he'd made - and he'd made a lot of art. It was something about the way he always tried to hide away, the way that he showed his insecurities so plainly... He seemed too pure and innocent - a complete contrast to the vulgar concept he'd soon become a part of.
"Stand up. We're leaving."
"Mmph.." The defence attorney tried his best to comply, attempting, feebly, to try and push himself up off of the ground by using his hands - which, of course, were restrained by the rope binding them. His cunning plan failed after about 2 minutes, and Phoenix ended up face-down in a heap on the floor, a few faint sobs of frustration and upset escaping his lips.
"Here, let me." The kidnapper chuckled again, somehow managing to hoist the defence attorney up using his sheer strength;
"Use me for support." The man nudged Phoenix onto him, causing the attorney to cry out meekly as he fell into the kidnapper.

Ding-dooongg...

The man cursed as he brought Phoenix onto the first step toward the basement door. They didn't have time for this. None of them had time for this. If that was who the kidnapper thought it was at the door, they'd already run out of time. The defence attorney was too slow. Far too slow. That had to be fixed. The man sighed and, with no other choice, lifted Phoenix into his arms, disorientating the poor attorney and causing him to suddenly gasp beneath the gag;
"M-Mot's g-goig m-mon..?"
"Sorry, I don't speak muffle." The kidnapper retorted smugly, proceeding to nuzzle the defence attorney's nose with his own as he carried him in his arms, supporting his back with his bare hands, as professionally as a waiter clutching their assigned tray full of delectable dinner upon which they could only feast their eyes - which was open for interpretation.
"Th-Thorry," Phoenix quietly squeaked, a coward when faced with the kidnapper's cocky outbursts. The man couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the defence attorney's slight lisp which he'd acquired because of the gag. It made him sound that much more innocent; that much more defenceless.

The two of them had almost reached the top of the stairs when the kidnapper's acute hearing picked up on the distant 'crash!' of wood upon wood.