Lukas was staring at Tim, who was sitting in the classroom.
The teacher's voice was hanging in the air and he continued to speak: " —Because, as you know, you are her closest friend and most—"
Lukas mentally muted the teacher's voice, why should he bother listening to something he already knows about. His eyes stayed focused on Tim's face, he was enjoying the panic which slowly spread across it.
Suddenly, making Lukas jump, Tim bolted out of the classroom. "Wait!" He yelled, running after Tim. He did not want to lose him, he was not yet finished bathing in his tears.
Tim just continued. After a few turns and corners he had lost Tim. "FUCK!" He screamed extremely loud, scaring the people around him.
Grumbling, he turned around and walked back. "Why… is he… so… fast?" He was out of breath already. His back was bent unnaturally far. For his looks he was weirdly flexible. "Back home it is…"
Lukas unlocked the door to his house and it made an ear piercing creaking sound. He dropped his clothes onto the ground next to his backpack and went into his room. He took out something more comfortable, a sweater and sweatpants, and put it on. Barefooted he slowly wandered down into the basement, stopping in front of an old wooden door.
He put down his cup of coffee and spit into his hands multiple times before smearing it into his hair and styling it. After having dried off his hands on the sides of his pants he grabbed his cup and unlocked the door.
He walked through the cramped basement and admired himself in a mirror. "Damn." He said and struck a pose. Weirdly, wearing that outfit and having his hair styled like this, he was very hot, maybe even sexy. "If I was a woman, damn! I would fall in love with me."
Suddenly he heard a muffled scream and he turned towards it. It was Lina, she was sitting on an old chair in a corner. Her mouth was gagged and her arms and legs were bound to the chair. He took a sip from his coffee and looked at her relaxed as she tried to scream for help and tried to run away.
Jumping around she landed on the dirty floor, face first, and a chuckle escaped Lukas' lips.
Lukas walked over and picked her back up, positioning her like she was prior to him walking in. "Relax. I'm not gonna hurt you, I just… lashed out a bit when I saw you in front of Tim's house. I want him and you could, maybe, be a threat to that, so I got a little aggressive." He took out the red ball he stuffed her mouth with, "I apologize again. I will let you go once I get what I want."
Lina started to scream and cry for mercy. Seeing her beg like that amused him a little, but he wanted to see Tim in that position, not her. "Please! I will not tell anyone, don't kill me." Tears flowed down her fat cheeks and dropped to the ground as her cries filled the basement.
"I said relax." Lukas said as he walked over to a table on which Lina's clothes were laying. He grabbed a package of wet wipes to clean her body. He pulled a chair to sit face to face with her and started to clean the dirt from her face and chest and knees. "I am not going to clean your feet because they're just going to get dirty again."
Over the course of a few minutes of cleaning she had calmed down a bit and stopped crying. "Thank you." She whispered with a sore voice.
He stared at her red eyes before lifting to little bottles in front of her eyes: "Which color do you prefer? Personally, I think the crimson red as it reminds me of blood, but I also think the cherry blossom pink would match my sweater."