At about 1pm Ryan started getting worried whether this Bill was a psycho or not. He'd heard all the stories about meeting guys from the internet and all the terrible things that happened and decided that he should just keep these things as fantasy. He wasn;t so worried about what would happen to him - he thought he could handle most things, especially if they are in a public area, but then he was more worried about what his friends would think if they ever found out and decided it was too dangerous. He decided he'd text Bill and come up with some lame excuse that hopefully he would buy. He got a rather quick reply - maybe Bill knew he would chicken out - and all it said was OK. Ryan knew Bill didn't like to write overly elaborate messages, but OK just seemed a bit ominous to him.
When Bill got the message, he laughed. He knew Ryan would chicken out. That's why he had a back up plan. In the past three years he found out everything about Ryan and so knew where he lived etc. He phoned up some of his friends and they were in a van heading to Ryan in no time.
There was a knock at the door. "I wonder who that can be," Ryan thought to himself as he proceeded to open the door. He was met by a leather gloved hand and a rag, probably soaked in chloroform as he went to sleep straight away. Bill dragged him inconspicuously to his van where his mates were and they loaded him in and transported him to their place in London.
"I reckon we have to up the transformation on this guy lads - the pussy boy chickened out of meeting me so I reckon we need to punish him real good. Now I just need to cut off a lock of his hair and let the voodoo begin!" Bill announced to his friends.