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June 15th 2001,
Nick and I were sitting in our house in New York. We were planning on going down to Florida in two days because Nick had to start the Black and Blue tour with the other guys.
"I'll be right back, I'm gonna get something to eat." Nick said to me getting off the sofa and heading in to the kitchen. I just nodded and continued watching the TV. When the show broke for commercial I realized that Nick had not come back yet.
"Nick?!" I called receiving no answer I got up and made my way to the kitchen.
When I reached the kitchen, there on the floor was Nick tied up and gagged. He was trying to tell me something but I couldn't understand him. That is when I was hit from behind. I hit the floor and then someone jumped on my back. The person grabbed my arms and handcuffed my hands behind my back. As they were doing so I screamed for them to get off but the screaming didn't last long because a gag was soon put in my mouth and tied tightly around my head. They then tied my feet together. That is when my attacker turned me around to face them.
"Remember me?" He said in a terrifyingly evil voice. It was Rick. He had gotten to us again. Why did we tell Ken to go home?
"So we meet again." Rick laughed as he sat Nick and I up against the floor cabinets. "Payback is a bitch Nick!" Rick said angrily.
For the next 10 minutes all Rick did was sit at the kitchen table staring at us. That made me worry and also uncomfortable. I mean who wants to be stared at for that long? Rick then suddenly got up and pulled a video camera out of his bag.
"Let's see what the other Backstreet Fags have to say about this." He said sporting an evil grin. "I told you Carter that this wasn't over. I escaped and disappeared for almost a year, giving you some comfort and making you think I wouldn't come back. Well I guess you were wrong pretty boy." Then he made a sickening evil laugh. Rick started up the video camera and showed us tied up. He then put the camera on the tripod and came over to where we were sitting.
"Hey Backstreet Losers! Now I want my money. You know the money I was supposed to get before I was so rudely interrupted. So after you see this tape and believe me I will know when you have seen it, for every hour I don't get the money, they will pay! If you don't believe me well...." Rick said turning to Nick and hitting him across the face. Nick groaned. Rick then turned to me. My eyes widened in fear. Nick was trying to yell something but couldn't.
"Oh and guys, just because I didn't hurt her last time doesn't mean I won't hurt her this time." He said then slapped me hard across the face. I whimpered in pain. Rick then said "You have 48 hours from the time you see this tape to get the money to me or they will die. And I will repeat, for every hour you miss they will be punished for your mistake!" He yelled then turned off the camera.
Rick then pulled out a knife and started walking towards us. I was shaking in fear and looked at Nick. I saw in his eyes that he was terrified but he tried not to show that to Rick. Rick knelt down and with two really quick motions he cut the ropes for our feet. We were in shock by that and didnt move.
"GET UP NOW!" Rick yelled "I don't have all day." We got up and Rick led us out to a van waiting in the driveway. "When I send this tape they will know I was in your house so we have to move you to another location." He said as if he were talking about sports. He opened the van door and told us to sit on the floor between the front and backseats. This was very uncomfortable because the seats were close together. I felt bad for Nick because he has a bigger frame then I do. Then Rick hopped in. Nick and I sat staring at each other, looking at each others eyes to find out what the other was thinking. Nick shook his head and looked down. He didn't know what to do.
"So have you missed me?" Rick asked sweetly breaking the silence. "Cause I have missed you." Rick then laughed a sickening mad man laugh. Nick and I shivered and I had tears starting to go down my face. That was the first time I realized we might die.
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