Fics like Owing some favors

“Are you looking forward to this, Jacob?” Tom asked his son, his voice softer than it had been at the morning press conference. "How can I be excited when you haven't told me where we are going?" The Jacob grumbled. Their vehicle pulled to a stop in front of a high wrought-iron gate. Jacob slid across the seat and stepped out, his shoes crunching softly against the gravel. The windowless building had sharp geometry, almost clinical, the gapped door opening into complete darkness. As Jacob turned back towards his Dad's car one last time, a stranger's arm grabbed him from behind. Jacob let out a small boyish yelp, spinning around to see three faces he had never seen before looming over him. One man had a beard, and one did not, with the third not having any hair on his head at all. "You must be Jacob," The bearded man spoke. Jacob looked up at the men with wide eyes, fear rooting him to the spot. The bearded man crouched slightly, bringing himself closer to Jacob’s height. His voice was gentle, but it sounded rehearsed, practised, like he had done this many times before. “There’s no need to be frightened. You’re not in trouble. We’ve been looking forward to meeting you."

Fics like Owing some favors

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