Brad managed to just get back out into his truck only to discover that he had left the ignition key upstairs in Rick's bedroom. The transfer process had wiped his energy out but on the center console next to his massive quad was a bottle of "Liquid Muscle", a muscle builder he had bought off the net that guaranteed big results. He raised the bottle to his lips without reading the warning on the label, "for external use only". His bicep flexed hard as he swallowed the whole thing in one gulp.
Rick was busy admiring his new body in the bathroom mirror so he failed to notice the pair of angry eyes watching him. On the kitchen table, a thickly muscled finger rolled the glass vial back and forth until it got to the edge and fell toward the floor, certain to make enough noise and reveal the intruder. The hand caught it, crushed the glass into dust and absorbed the chemical residue.
Brandon had waited long enough as the silence downstairs was killing him. Step by step he slowly descended but never made it to the last step. Like a rag doll, he was picked up and hustled down into the basement.
The deep voice was exact and to the point. "Tell me what he used to take my muscles."
Brendon stood back so that he could see who had so easily manhandled him.
"FUUUCK"