"Damn, you really wrecked this thing struggling, didn't you?"
The extreme pressure around Chad's body loosened, and the coat fell off in tatters. Seizing his chance, Chad launched himself up. "Who the fuck do you think you are!"
His effort was in vain, as large leather straps grasped at his wrists and bound his naked frame to a dirty mattress, and two more gripped at his ankles. The man replied, in a mock-disciplinary voice.
"Oh hush now Chad, there's no point in getting noisy."
Chad looked up towards his captor and was surprised to see Davidson, the counselor and religious education teacher at Chad's school. He was younger than most teachers and Chad could not say he knew much about him, having skipped his class on numerous occasions. He had heard odd rumors about him though, and given his current position he was inclined to believe them.
"Now where was I? Ah, my coat. I do not appreciate you damaging it. After I went to the bother of expanding it to transport you, too!"
Looking around himself quickly, Chad was further surprised to see he was no longer in the field house, but in a large room much unlike the one he was in just seconds ago. From the mattress he lay bound to, he could see that the walls were made of stone and lined with shelves containing odd looking antiques and devices. To his left he could see a desk akin to those in a chemistry classroom, with assorted jars and beakers filled with chemicals and what looked like preserved body parts. Most concerning were the sharp surgical tools immediately to his right.
"Where am I ?!"
A cruel smile curled onto Davidson's face.
"My workshop. I'm a magus, you see, and this is where I do my work."
Chad snorted, despite his situation. "What, a wizard?"
"I'll have you know that magecraft is a science. Which makes me a scientist, not a wizard. And that would make you my ... test subject, I suppose?"
Chad didn't understand, but the prospect of being trapped in this 'workshop', being some guinea-pig for some 'magus' was far from desirable.
"Come on, let me go."
Davidson sneered at his acquisition.
"And why would I do that?"
"I can help with your work. Just let me go and I'll work for you."
The depraved teacher looked at the jock thoughtfully, before letting out a harsh laugh.
"Help with my work? Why of course you will. Why do you think I went to the bother of collecting you?"
Chad shifted uncomfortably in his restraints. Why had he been taken? What did this man want?