====== I AM A TIMESKIP ======
Blacklight woke slowly, and seemed to have some trouble focusing his eyes for a moment. He moved his hands, and found that they were behind his back... tied tight. And it wasn't with rope. Who in the club owned nylon ties? He recognized the feel of them, having been tied up with them by a client once before. That hadn't been a pleasant experience. There was a tickling sensation just running down his cheek, and the coppery tang across his lips was all-too-familiar. Blood. He moistened his lips with his tongue, and tasted more blood.
"H-hello?" he called, looking around the room. It took him a moment to realize he was tied to someone. And that there was another person sitting not too far away, bent over a sketchbook. He looked about thirty, generously, and had a shock of black hair peeking out from under a cowboy hat. The rest of his clothes were pretty generic. White t-shirt, and bluejeans.
"U..um..." It wasn't until Blacklight tried another word that the man looked up, and met the boy's eyes with his own. They were stark, cold blue. Remorseless blue. It was about then that Blacklight realized they were in trouble. Serious trouble.
"Ah, you're awake. 'Bout damn time, kid. You were out for longer than I like. Your friend there's a heavy sleeper." the cold man canted his head to the bundle Blacklight was tied to. "Noticed you didn't even get his damn name. S'a damn shame. Should've been the first thing you asked for. See, I ain't like them others. I'll tell ya my name. S' Emille."
"E... Emille. O..okay. Where are we?"
Emille laughed quietly. "Now see, kiddo. That would be telling now, wouldn't it? You don't want to do it the easy way now, do ya? Damn shame you didn't see the ride here, though. Pretty place."
Blacklight tried to crane his neck back to see who he was tied to, but he had a sinking feeling it was the cute older man that he'd been in the room with. "C.. can you release us?"
Another soft laugh. "I think not. 'Least not yet. I ain't done with ya. We're gonna have some fun, what do you say t' that?" Emille put down his pen, and set the sketchpad aside, moving over to kneel beside BL, and reaching up to touch his face. "Ah, yer pale, kiddo. We'll get ya some water once your friend wakes up."