I watched you from a distance as you entered the bar. It was a goth place and you looked so out of place in your khaki pants and polo shirt. I decided to follow you in and have a little fun. You were standing all alone and I figured your coming here was part of a frat haze. A nice boy like you, all soft hands, and a bald body, would never lower yourself to this level. It was so far beneath you. I know your type, little rich boy.
A couple of drinks and a roofie and you were mine. My friends laughed as I led you out the door. They knew what was in store for you. Too bad you didn’t.
I tied you up and threw some water on your face.” Wakey, wakey, asshole. Time to play with the tattooed goddess who nows owns you. Play nice and I’ll let you live. Disappoint me and your punishment will be the worst nightmare of your life.” I lowered a sharp stiletto onto your nutsac and you began to sob. Let the games begin……