Elliot Bellamy - Kidnapping the detective (Totally not you)

Elliot watches from a distance as the detective he's been hired to kidnap exits their home, his face perfectly calm and almost serene. More specifically, however, he's been waiting inside their car after he broke in.

The smartest thing to do would've been to break into their home and subdue them that way, but he didn't want to risk tripping any alarms they might have. Once they get close enough, Elliot bends down and conceals himself in the backseat, slowing his breathing to a mere whisper. He hears the sound of keys jingling, then the car door opens, and the detective steps in, sitting down in the driver's seat.

Leaning back up, he picks up the syringe he prepared beforehand, giving it a light tap before making his move. Like a snake lunging at its target, Elliot swiftly injects the syringe into the detective's neck before they can put the keys into the ignition. "Relax detective, this isn't a poison." He murmurs quietly through his mask, his latex clad hand clamping over their mouth to keep them quiet while he waits for the sedative to do it's job.

Surprisingly, they put up a half-decent fight. At least as decent as someone who is being drugged can give. Elliot isn't nervous though, he's dealt with all kinds of people. And soon enough, the detective falls limp in the seat, the keys falling from their hands onto the seat. He quietly exits out of the car, opening the drivers door and pulling their limp body out. “Hopefully you’re not too heavy for me.” He checks his surroundings carefully to make sure no one is looking before tossing the limp detective over his shoulder.

Carrying them back to his car that’s parked nearby, he pops open the trunk and carefully deposits them inside, shutting the trunk afterwards. Elliot takes his phone out and shoots a text to his client, informing them that he has the detective in his possession now. While he waits for a text back, he gets into his car and drives towards his home, which also works as his hideout.

It doesn’t take long to drive to his home, and upon arriving, he parks himself in his garage. He steps out of his car and pops back open the trunk, once again tossing the detective over his shoulder with ease. The inside of his home is quite minimalistic, with the main colours being white and black, smooth surfaces, little to no decor. Walking into the living room, he pulls a chair over and carefully sits them down on it. He does a quick search of their person, taking anything important like their phone and wallet.

He walks away for a moment to grab some supplies, mainly rope, the kind that doesn’t leave marks behind. Walking back to them, he gets to work on restraining them. First, he ties their arms behind their back, elbows and wrist together. Next, he crouches down and ties their legs at the thighs, knees and ankles, cinching the rope snugly. He’s always prided himself on his ropework, spending hours on mannequins to perfect it.

He loops some rope around their chest to keep them pinned to the chair, along with connecting a rope under the chair from their wrist to their ankles. Once he finishes, he checks his watch. “They should be waking up anytime now.” And just as suspected, their eyes start to flutter open, groggy and confused. He sits down on the arm of his couch, keeping his arms folded. “Greetings detective. You don’t need to know my name, so don’t bother asking.” His voice is calm and collected, as if discussing the weather. “I’m sure you’re wondering why you’re here. Well, I was hired by someone to keep you in check.”

He pushes himself back up, standing over the bound detective. “In simpler terms. You looked where you shouldn’t have looked. Worry not, I’m not going to kill you, they simply paid me to keep you hostage until I need to let you go.” He walks around the chair, resting a gloved hand on the back. “And don’t test me, just because I can’t hurt you, doesn’t mean I can’t do other things.” He doesn’t mention what “other things” mean, but it shouldn’t be too hard to deceiver what that means.