Rendezvous -GIFT LITERATURE-Michael's breath came short, restricted both by the chain wrapped round his bruised neck and the black tape smoothed over his lips. Every breath was a struggle, and he'd begun to feel lightheaded long ago. He knew that his captors wouldn't let him suffocate though; they weren't stupid enough to let that happen. They sure didn't spare any expense in getting him to wherever he was now- no, if he was going to die it would be by gunshot or other deliberate means, of this he was sure. Blindfolded, he was unable to see what was happening around him, and his addled sense of hearing was a bit overworked, having quickly been forced to be his only means of understanding what was going on in the world around him.He shifted position, feeling his chained feet brush up against one of the large, boot-clad feet of one of the men guarding him. This earned him a kick from the same guard, and he grunted in pain, gagging a bit as the blow made him pull accidentally on the chain around his neck.Was this.