Drinking Buddies
My wrists hurt. My left ankle. Why am I tied. I need to stand. Damp floor. Rough wall on my back.Why am I naked? Why can't I see? Something on my eyes.
We all went out for drinks. It's Friday, after work. Where is everyone?
"Hello! HELLO!!"
Dripping. Basement? How did I get here?
"HELLO!!!"
Where the hell am I? Where are they? This isn't funny!
"If you let me go now, I won't press charges."
I've got to get out of here. These ropes are so tight my hands are cold.This isn't real. I have to be asleep.
"Get me out of here!"
From across the room five silhouettes sit staring at the naked flesh.
A three day weekend. The new-hire. Bacchanal! One of them thought.
"Enough of this. Let's begin." One whispered.
"Who's there? What you're doing is against the law. Take these ropes off, immediately."
The five get up from their seats. Naked feet softly approach. A semi-circle of shrouds forms.
"Bacchanal, bacchanal..." Whispering in unison, they drew near. One lit a home made cigarette, took a puff, passed it to the next. This first individual walked to the victim, pressed his mouth to the prisoner's mouth and exhaled.
"Stop this. Don't do this, please!" He wept and coughed uncontrollably. Knew that he would never live to see the dawn...