#danzonapping

Lorenzo looks up at Dany, trembling. Oh, no. This...this isn't going to be good, the lethal look in Ian’s eyes as he glares down at Dany’s grasp on his arm. 

Ian backs away from the desk, ripping his arm free from Dany's grip. "Fine. Maybe in a few hours you'll be more reasonable. But for now..." His eyes glint with malice. "You should remember that everything you do has consequences for your husband. We won't bring him to WRU yet. But there are other ways of breaking someone down. I'll leave you to think on it. Enjoy the show." 

Ian turns on one heel and walks out of the room. Lorenzo doesn't like that, not at all. His breath hitches as Adam stands up, heading towards him, and Fitz moves to stand right behind Dany, one hand on his gun. 

"Pretty," Adam coos, lifting Lorenzo's chin up with two fingers. "No wonder she keeps you around." His shoulder is starting to swell, he can't move it without feeling horrible pain. It needs to be, to be reset so there's no more damage to the joint, he needs a doctor, sooner rather than later. 

Adam has other plans. 

He pulls Lorenzo to his feet and undoes the handcuffs. "We won't be needing these. You'll be good for me." 

Lorenzo hates that Adam's right. He’ll be good. He’ll be quiet and obedient and take what he has to so he can keep Dany safe.

"Hold her still," Adam says to Fitz. "Don't want her to miss a minute of this." 

Fitz forces Dany down into the chair, her eyes glowing with murderous rage. Lorenzo can only hope that she doesn't make this worse, whatever this is. 

Adam's fingers work to undo the tie on his apron, pulling it off over Lorenzo's head. The cold air makes goosebumps appear on his skin. He's vulnerable now, exposed. 

"I thought this was just going to be a normal job," Adam says as he folds the apron and slides it across the table to Dany. "But then I walked into your house and saw…well, I saw you. In your collar and apron, your pretty blue eyes...yeah, you looked like a fun one." 

Lorenzo whimpers, not daring to make another sound. What are they going to do to him? He's heard they whip pets, maybe that.

Adam guides Lorenzo over to the desk and forces him to bend over it. The metal is cold against his bare chest and this position hurts his shoulder. With one hand, Adam pulls his head up by the hair to look right at Dany, with the other, he slaps Lorenzo's ass hard. Lorenzo yelps, tears pricking at his eyes.

"I want you to remember that you have her to thank for this," Adam hisses. "And if we didn't need her to do this, if there was another way, you'd be dead right now. Remember that, diamond boy." 

Adam's hand is working at the waistband of his underwear, slowly inching the fabric down. 

Dany screams, trying to jump up, and Andrey rushes towards her. It takes both men to hold her down, Andrey's hand over her mouth. 

"Fuck it," Adam mumbles. Lorenzo hears the distinctive sound of a knife opening before he feels his underwear being cut away. 

This...this isn't a whipping. 

"Dany?" he whimpers. "Dany, I'm scared." 

She's not answering, she can't, but she's trying to get free. 

"I don't u-understand," Lorenzo whispers. 

"What is there to understand, baby? You just stay real still for me and make some pretty noises." The sound of a belt being undone, of a zipper opening echoes through the room. 

Tears gather in Lorenzo's eyes. He can't understand. He won't understand. "Dany, please, help me," he begs. 

Dany makes a small sound of despair. 

A tear rolls down his cheek. "I don't understand, Dany, Dany, please, help me." She'll hate him after this but whatever Adam's planning, Lorenzo can't wrap his head around it. "Dany?" 

"She can't help you. She caused this. So she's going to sit here and watch me take what I want." 

"I'm scared, Dany, please," Lorenzo whimpers. "Please help me, please don't make me do this." 

He won't accept what this is. He can't.

The sound of a cap opening. "I hope I don't destroy you too much," Adam says, his voice a low hum. "You're such a pretty, pretty thing. I bet you're going to bleed for me, huh?" He bends forward, laying over Lorenzo, close enough to get into Dany's face, too. "Good thing I like that." 

Dany shudders. 

H...how is Lorenzo going to bleed? There's no weapons nearby save for Adam crushing Lorenzo with his weight and something stiff poking into him-- 

He won't think about that, he can't. "Dany." He's staring at her, they're both crying. They’re both crying, they both know but he won’t, he can’t accept this. "Help me." 

Dany wails and thrashes against Andrey and Fitz in a desperate attempt to break free, but they hold her steady and force her to look right at Lorenzo. 

"I'm so scared." This can't be happening. This isn't happening. It's not real. "Please, stop them!" His voice reaches a crescendo on the last word, it only seems to make Dany cry harder. 

He has to do this alone but he needs Dany, he can't do this. One of Adam's hands pins Lorenzo's wrists down, the other grabs onto his collar and pulls until Lorenzo is choking. 

"P-please." There's something poking between his legs now, he feels Adam's teeth scrape against his back. "Dany," Lorenzo whispers, repeating his wife’s name like it’s an anchor. "Please don't hate me." 

He won't accept what this is, what's about to happen. 

"Dany, save me. Please." 

Adam thrusts in and Lorenzo screams and the world shatters into a million pieces around him. Dany couldn't save him, not in time. And Lorenzo won't survive this if he has to be here, looking at his wife while Adam... 

He won't survive that so he has to find another way. 

“I know.” Lorenzo takes a shaky breath. “We’ll be good.” 

“No, you won’t be.” The man standing behind Lorenzo gives a harsh yank on the collar, making Lorenzo sputter for air. “You definitely won’t be.” 

“I left food on the grill,” Lorenzo says. “And I think I left a burner on too. I’m so sorry, Dany.” They both know he’s not talking about the food.

Dany flinches and her hand twitches for the camera, as if she could touch him. "You won't hurt him", she presses through gritted teeth. "You want something of me, you won't get it if you hurt him." 

"I think there's levels", the man with Dany says mildly. "We will hurt him. And you'll still give us what you want. So we can make him hurt less." He looks at the camera with a short nod.

They're right. She'll cave, give them exactly what they want, especially once he's bled a little. "Don't give them shit, Dany," he says, looking straight at the camera, straight at Dany. "Don't give these bastards what they want. I'll be fine, okay, but whatever they want you to do, don't do it, don't fucking--" 

He's cut off by another man walking forward and grabbing his face, squeezing his cheeks together. "I wouldn't listen to him. He's in way over his head." 

Lorenzo stares up at him, fury blazing in his eyes. It's the only way to hide how scared he is. The collar that once felt so safe is closing in on him, too tight, too much to handle. He needs Dany. Desperately.

"Enzo." Dany looks into the camera as if nobody could see her but him, her gaze speaking of nothing but love and worry. "Enzo, this is my business, I'll handle this, alright? You... you just do as they say."

"And we say that you should be quiet and pretty and stupid just like you're meant to be," the man holding his jaw croons. 

Lorenzo wrenches his head away. "Fuck you," he snaps. "Don't do it, Dany. Whatever they want, it's bad, please don't do it."

A harsh slap connects with his face, his neck twists to the side. "I thought I told you to shut it and let the adults talk. Now...now, we're going to make you pay."

"No," Dany hisses and spins to the man next to her, grabbing his lapel. "Kauffmann, tell them to leave him be, we're not fucking done talking here. I'm sure we'll find a deal."

Kauffmann's hand wraps around her wrist and he pulls her in. "You are not in charge, sweetheart. We are." He nods at the camera. "Show her." "Don't touch her!" Lorenzo yells. 

The man behind him chuckles and tangles his hand in Lorenzo's soft hair. "Come on, Fitz. Let's put his pretty mouth to good use, huh? Give his wife an extended version of the show we got earlier." Now that he's saying more than a few words, Lorenzo recognizes his voice. He's the man in the ski mask, the one who kidnapped him. 

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea." The man in front of him, Fitz, grins. 

Lorenzo jerks in his restraints, eyes still latched on Dany. "Don't tell them...anything. No matter what. I love you, Dany. I love you so much." 

"You think I should give him a chance, Adam?" 

"I think you should." Adam tightens his grip on Lorenzo. "I think he can be a good boy for us." 

"Not your good boy," Lorenzo grunts. He's only hers, only Dany's good boy. 

"We'll see about that." Fitz tilts his head to the camera, smirking at Dany, before turning back to Lorenzo. There's a gun in his face, quicker than he can blink. "Suck on it. Come on, diamond boy, put on a show for us." 

"N-no, no, I can't--" 

"Or I'll shoot you. Not somewhere that would kill you right away, but somewhere so your wife can watch you bleed out slowly." 

The words send a chill down his spine. "I'm sorry," Lorenzo whispers to Dany again. He's sorry he's weak, that he couldn't fight back, that he let himself get captured. He's sorry that he's going to do whatever they say because he doesn't want to die, not anymore. 

Lorenzo Hammond bends his head and takes the gun between his lips for the second time today. 

The metal is cold and heavy on his tongue, cloying his senses and making him gag on the foul taste of gunpowder residue. He swallows his pride and the saliva gathering in his mouth and bobs his head up and down the length of the barrel, looking up at Fitz with tears in his eyes. 

Fitz groans. "Fuck. That's hot."

In the background, he can hear Dany make a soft noise of distress and his brain short-circuits. "Oh, no," he mumbles around the gun, but it comes out incoherently. No no no no no. He can't do this, he can't have this thing in his mouth ready to kill him and his lips are stretched obscenely around the steel and it tastes awful and he's crying and gagging slightly and he can't do this, especially not with Adam's hand on his head. 

He can't do this. 

Lorenzo whimpers and tries to pull away from the gun, but Adam keeps him in place. "You're doing a horrible job, diamond boy," he hisses, loud enough for Dany to hear. "Trying to pull away before I'm done." 

No one gets to call him that but Dany, but it's happening anyway and Lorenzo is shaking as the first tear slides down his cheek. He doesn't want to be shot, doesn't want to die, he can't just die like this. 

He goes back to working his head along the barrel, hollowing out his cheeks so he can fit more of the gun in his mouth, gagging slightly. 

"No," Adam says. Lorenzo stops, confusion wracking his brain. He's doing what Adam asked, he's...sucking the gun, he's being good even though it makes him sick. "Fitz, I think it's time we showed this stupid slut what it means to get his pretty face fucked. "I'll keep him in a good position for you." Adam pulls Lorenzo's head back slightly and forces him fully upright. 

Lorenzo looks into the camera, right at Dany. She looks like she's coming undone and desperately trying to keep herself together, watching Lorenzo with the gun in his mouth, debasing himself for these men, his kidnappers. 

Fitz thrusts the gun into Lorenzo's mouth. The rough edges scrape the delicate skin, he's forced to keep his jaw wide so it doesn't bust his teeth. The gun slams into his gag reflex and Lorenzo chokes, coughing and sputtering and crying now. He's not getting enough air, he won't survive this, he can't.

Fitz doesn't stop, he keeps pushing the gun in and out at a relentless pace, despite Lorenzo's gagging, and Adam is holding his head still, talking to him the whole time. "Pretty boy. You should go to someone who would make good use of that mouth. I love your noises, baby. You're such a pretty crier. That's it. Look at your wife. Look at your wife while you let yourself get face fucked by a gun. Dumb little whore. I'm surprised this hasn't happened to you yet." 

Drool is falling from Lorenzo's stretched lips, coating his chin and chest, making the apron stick to his skin. This was supposed to be his safe outfit, they're ruining it, they're ruining him. He can't catch his breath with the gun cutting off his air supply and the sobs wracking his body. 

"Think the gun's had its fill?" Adam asks. 

"You know, I think so." Fitz pulls back the slide and Lorenzo's eyes go wide. 

He can faintly hear Dany yell, "No!" in the background but he's not focused on that. They're going to kill him they're going to shoot him. He's going to die here all alone. He's going to die. 

The gun is jamming against the back of his throat with increased force, he's too scared to fight back. He just has to sit there and take it as Fitz's finger inches closer and closer to the trigger-- 

Fitz pulls the gun away and Adam lets go of his hair. Lorenzo doubles over, gasping for air. There's a strand of saliva connecting the gun to Lorenzo's lips, and saliva all over the gun and Lorenzo himself. Fitz frowns and looks down at the dirty weapon. "Fucking disgusting." He wipes it on Lorenzo's apron and steps away. 

Lorenzo whimpers, still softly crying, still sputtering for air, he needs more air, he can still taste the gun.

"Apologize to Mr. Kauffmann for interrupting," Adam snaps. "Say it, slut. And make it real good, otherwise I'm gonna fuck your mouth with the gun, and I won't be as nice as Fitz. Look at the camera, too. Look your wife in the eyes and apologize for being such a desperate whore that you needed something in your mouth." 

Lorenzo can't but he has to, he can't have the gun in his mouth again. He raises his tear-streaked, drool-stained face to the camera, his lips sore and red and swollen. His voice is raspy, it hurts to talk. "I'm s-sorry, Mr. Kauffmann," he chokes out. Adam grabs onto his collar again as a warning. "I'm sorry for being such a-a desperate w-wh-whore that I needed some, something in my m-mouth. It w-won't happen again. Please d-don't let them hurt me." 

A deep wave of shame washes over him, watching the expression in Dany's eyes shift as he speaks. These next words are directed at her, but subtle enough that his kidnappers don't notice the change in tone. "P-please. I'm s-sorry." 

I love you, Dany. So much. And I hope you'll still love me.

Fitz picks up the camera and brings it forward, getting several close-ups of Lorenzo’s swollen mouth, of the tears in his eyes before making him come face to face with Dany one last time. 

She looks disgusted, horrified. Lorenzo is half glad when they end the call and leave him alone in the darkness. 

His last text to Dany, a picture of him in his apron and collar, cheekily turned to the side so she could see his figure, was answered with, “Please stop. -Peter”

He smirks and puts his phone on the far counter, shaking his hips and singing to himself as he grabs his cooled cakes out of the fridge and moves them to the center counter. 

There’s a bottle of expensive wine, the same he and Dany had on their first real date, on the counter, a satin bow tied around it, next to a vase of fragrant flowers. He’s hidden the real presents behind his shelf of poetry books, though, the diamond necklace and the new tennis shoes. 

Up on the bed is a lingerie set. He picked it out to complement her eyes, to highlight her freckles so he can kiss each one. 

He’s been…a nightmare today and he’s immensely proud of himself for it. Shame Dany had to work on their anniversary. So far, he’s given her several videos and photos, of him lounging the pool, barely covering himself with a towel, still in their bed, staring longingly at a framed photo of her. 

She’s running late. Normally, he’d call that a good thing, since he hasn’t finished dessert yet, but tonight, he’s antsy. He wants to greet her on his knees at the door, just like all those years ago…

Lorenzo sighs, running his finger along the buckle of his collar, and picks up his spatula. His left forearm is bandaged from burning himself on the oven, and the cakes are a little worse for the wear. There’s three tiers, flavored like margaritas. The batter tasted pretty good when he licked the spoon clean earlier, but now, slightly burnt... 

It’s the thought that counts. 

He puts frosting between each layer and stacks them up, moving onto frosting the outside. The kitchen looks like a bomb went off, pots and pans everywhere. He still has the steak on the grill, his homemade rosemary butter is in the fridge, the vegetables are covered on the stove, the potato gnocchi are ready to be reheated. 

But with the way Dany’s night is going, he’ll have plenty of time to clean the kitchen.

He covers the outside of the cake in a thick layer of the blue icing. It’s the same color as the water in the Bahamas, he adds some white sprinkles to represent the waves cresting. 

Lorenzo wipes his hands off on a towel and goes over to his poetry bookshelf, reaching behind the battered volumes of Mary Oliver to grab a shopping bag. Inside is a tiny replica of a yacht. It’s not an exact match, but it looks very similar to the one his father owned, the one he brought Dany on the day they met. 

The day his life changed, the day he finally learned to be happy. When he tried to show off his stupid earring and she was…unimpressed. 

Shit. Lorenzo’s tearing up just thinking about it, smiling and clutching the mini yacht to his chest. 

He shakes his head to snap himself out of it, walking back over to the kitchen and delicately placing the figure on top of the frosting waves. He grabs his piping bag, filled with a thinner white icing, and spells out “Happy Anniversary.” He took a confectionary class a week ago, Dany didn’t even notice the charge on their bank card. 

Lorenzo carefully puts his masterpiece on a glass stand and sets it off to the side, ready to impress Dany. 

With his final anniversary gift done (other than himself), he starts washing off the dishes. 

He never thought his life could be this good. He didn’t even believe it at first, when he and Dany started dating the first time. Or the second time. 

He hasn’t touched a WRU brochure since, hasn’t fallen back on his old habits since Dany helped him. That world, that long before, that wasn’t where he was supposed to be. 

He needed to be here. He needed her. He hates thinking about what would have happened otherwise. 

Over the sound of the sink and the clanking of dishes, he hears the back door open. His ears perk up. Dany always texts before she leaves, definitely tonight, and she never comes in the back door. 

His heart racing, Lorenzo picks up a paring knife and walks towards that direction. With Dany’s line of work, he can never be too careful.

He hears their voices before he sees them, loud men trying to be quiet and failing. “Let’s just get the husband and get out of here,” one of them grunts. 

Lorenzo’s eyes go wide. He’s…he’s the husband. They’re coming after him. 

He turns around and heads back to the kitchen, walking, not running, back to the kitchen. If he runs, they’ll hear him, and he won’t be fast enough to get to his phone in time to warn Dany. 

“Split up,” the man says. “He can’t get far, and he definitely won’t fight back.”

Lorenzo grips the knife tighter. That’s what you think, bastard. He crawls along and he’s so close, he’s so damn close until he steps on a squeaky floorboard. 

“Over there!” someone yells. 

Lorenzo squeezes his eyes shut, panic fluttering in his chest. There’s no time for that. He stands up and starts running, he needs to get to his phone and warn Dany—

He sharply rounds the corner into the kitchen and lunges across the counter. His fingers are just inches away from his phone when a rough hand grabs onto the back of his collar and pulls, hard enough for Lorenzo to choke and go limp. 

No one does that but Dany. 

He’s flipped over onto his back and pinned to the counter, coming face to face with a man wearing a ski mask. His eyes, the only visible part of his body, rake over Lorenzo in a way that makes his stomach turn. 

“Yeah, boss was right,” he says. “You’re a pretty one, aren’t you?”

Lorenzo lashes out with the knife, but the man chuckles, catching his wrist with one hand and pulling the knife away. “Cute. You’re going to be a fun hostage, aren’t you? Dressed like that? You’re even already collared for me.” He reaches down and grabs the tag on the collar. “Diamond boy. Yeah, well, let’s hope you’re worth at least a few diamonds.” The man drops the tag in favor of pocketing Lorenzo’s phone. “We’ll be sending your wife a little…something about the conditions of your return. For now…” The man’s eyes are ravenous, Lorenzo is spiraling deeper and deeper into panic. “Nighty night, Lorenzo Hammond.”

“I'm sorry for being such a-a desperate w-wh-whore that I needed some, something in my m-mouth. It w-won't happen again. Please d-don't let them hurt me." 

It's the fifth fucking time Lorenzo has heard that video, and every single time, Adam has laughed. "You looked so good like that, baby," he says, almost reverently. 

Lorenzo tips his head back, staring up at the concrete ceiling and the dim lighting. He's too tired to talk, he can still feel where the gun was, where his voice is raspy now. 

"Hey," Adam snaps. "Look at me when I'm talking to you, diamond boy." 

His breath catches. He can't take it if they keep calling him that. It's worse that "slut" or "whore," he can take those. But not Dany's nickname for him. 

Lorenzo turns his head to face Adam. "P-please," he croaks. "Can I h-have a towel? T-to wipe off m-my face." 

Adam smirks. "Nah, I like you better like this." 

Lorenzo wishes he could curl up and die, but he's tied to a fucking chair with nowhere to go. 

"Suck on it, slut," followed by a chorus of gagging sounds echoes through the room. 

Lorenzo twists his wrists in his restraints, but the zip ties burn as they cut into his skin. He can't take any more pain today. Or however long it's been since he was drugged and gagged here. He doesn't know, he's not allowed to see the sun. 

The door swings open and a tall, muscular man with dark hair and piercing blue eyes steps through the door. "Get him up," he says to Adam. "His wife's coming to get him." So this must be their boss. 

Adam grins and cuts the zip tie, hoisting Lorenzo to his feet. The world spins for a moment, they haven't been feeding him or giving him water. 

Lorenzo puts his hands in front of his face as much as he can. "Please d-don't hit me," he whispers. He's a coward, they all know it. He's pathetic. 

The boss ignores him, turning to Adam. "I'll walk our hostage. You go get what Hammond will need to complete our business." 

"Yes, sir," Adam says, walking away. Lorenzo is happy to see him go, but at least Adam was predictable.

He doesn't know what this new man will do to him. 

The boss handcuffs Lorenzo's hands behind his back and pushes him forward. "Keep it moving." 

Lorenzo bites his tongue and obeys, tears and drool dried on his face, still in his apron and collar and underwear. He doesn't want this, he can't do this anymore.

The boss forces him to his knees, just five yards from a desk. "You'll see your wife any minute now, pet," he coos, running his hand through Lorenzo's hair. 

Pet. He hates that fucking word, seeing how he almost was one all those years ago. Dany saved him. He can only hope she'll do it again. He can only hope she'll want to do it again, even after what he just did. 

There she is, all the way across the room, wearing different clothes than he last saw her in and handcuffed but she doesn't seem hurt and his heart is a soaring, Dany, Dany, Dany over and over until he sees that she looks horrified. He wants to run to her, he knows what will happen if he tries. And maybe she doesn't want him anywhere near her. 

"Come to retrieve your plaything?" the boss calls.

"Enzo", she yells, ignoring the men, as she runs over to him. Kauffmann and the other man who entered with her don't seem to care. Her hands are tied behind her back, but she still manages to fall to her knees in front of him and press herself against him in a desperate attempt at a hug. "I'm here, I'm with you, I've got this, okay?"

Seeing her, touching her as much as he can, has his eyes brimming with tears. "I'm scared," he whispers. "I'm so s-scared."

Before she has a chance to answer, the boss yanks her up and shoves her towards the chair. "Sit down, Danielle," he says, drawing out the syllables of her first name. "Let's get down to business if you want to see your husband without a barcode on his wrist."

Dany lifts her eyes at him, gaze switching from worry to pure, unadulterated hatred. He’s never seen her like this. It’s terrifying. "You'll fucking regret pulling him into this, Ian. This business should have remained between the two of us." She sits down in the chair anyway, all but falling onto her tied hands. She doesn’t look at Lorenzo any longer, oddly focused on the other man. "I'm ready. Now, you going to uncuff me, or do you want me to dictate?" She grimaces."I can do both."

The boss—Ian’s—eyes narrow at Kauffmann. “Why’s the bitch cuffed in the first place? I know she would have come willingly, seeing how we have her little lapdog.”

Lorenzo shudders as Ian plays with a lock of his hair. Dany won’t look at him, why won’t she look at him? She must be too disgusted with how obedient and quiet and good he is. How he’s already just a pet. 

Kauffmann is holding himself awkwardly stiff, as he replies. "Bitch took a moment or two to understand who's in charge now. Tried to fight, dislocated my shoulder. Andrey popped it back in. Hurts, though."

Lorenzo can’t hide his smile. Yes, Dany. Fight back. Even though she didn’t get far, she tried. She made Kauffmann hurt. 

“Well, I guess we have to teach her a lesson, don’t we?” Ian’s hands leave Lorenzo’s hair but he doesn’t move away. He doesn’t need to keep holding onto Lorenzo to keep him still, his cold voice is enough of a threat. Lorenzo feels sick to his stomach. “This isn’t a joke, Danielle. Your husband’s life is on the line here. So if you’re not a cold hearted bitch, I’d suggest following my orders.”

Ian moves quickly, placing his hands on Lorenzo’s shoulder and arm, and pushes and pulls at the same time. There’s a horrific pop and crunch and Lorenzo’s mind whites out with the overwhelming pain. 

He falls to the floor screaming, tears blurring his vision. His arm is pulled uncomfortably from the handcuffs and it hurts so bad, he’s not good at pain, he can’t do this anymore. His screams taper off into a pathetic whine and he closes his eyes.