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had done what needed to be done to
make the man in charge want to keep him alive. Now, all he had to
do was endure whatever they threw at him, just long enough for them
to let their guard down…
    “Did you hear that he’s a cop?” Gus asked, a
toothy grin across his face as the three of them neared the room.
Dwayne grumbled in response, clearly less enthusiastic about the
situation.
    “Just hope the boss knows what he’s doin’,”
he finally muttered.
    Gus pulled the door open and turned on a
buzzy light bulb hanging from overhead. Jeff could finally begin to
understand why they called the room a theater. There was a large
television screen on the far wall, with a large wooden chair
directly in front of it that appeared to be hand-crafted. As the
men shoved Jeff inside, he could see that a majority of the seat
had been removed, and that there were thick leather straps with
buckles dangling from the armrests. The setup reminded him of an
electric chair from an outdated execution chamber.
    Gus shoved Jeff down into the chair, and
Dwayne quickly wrapped a thick, beefy arm around his neck from
behind, making it nearly impossible to breathe while Gus uncuffed
his wrists, then swiftly re-secured each one to its armrest,
buckling the straps down as tight as they would go. Once he was
sure that Jeff wasn’t going anywhere, Dwayne released him, leaving
him gasping for air as Gus began securing his ankles to the chair,
as well. A thick belt running from the back of the chair across his
stomach was the final touch, leaving him almost completely
immobilized.
    FLICK . The familiar sound of a
switchblade caught Jeff’s ear, and he whipped his head to the side
to see Dwayne staring down at him, serrated knife in hand, still
sizing him up.
    “Don’t fucking squirm,” he said quietly
before bending down over Jeff and grabbing his shirt, carefully
slicing the fabric and tearing it off of his body. The pants were
next, getting unbuttoned and yanked down past his hips, then torn
off his legs with a few surgical rips from the knife. Jeff’s briefs
were last, and came off the easiest with just two quick slices up
the sides through the waistband. In the span of a minute, Jeff had
been violently stripped naked, leaving him restrained to a chair
wearing just his boots.
    Whatever was coming next wasn’t going to be
pleasant.
    He looked at the television, still curious
about its function in all of this, and found himself thinking back
to high school, when he’d gotten an after-school job unloading
trucks at a local department store. The management had made him
watch a safety video when they’d hired him, and sat him down in a
dark, cramped little room like this. He couldn’t help but wonder if
this was going to be some twisted take on a similar orientation
strategy.
    RIPPPP . With a quick, cruel flick of
his wrist, Gus tore the tape off of Jeff’s mouth, leaving his lips
burning. He cursed loudly at the pain, but Gus simply laughed at
him, then turned and nodded to Dwayne. Before Jeff could realize
what was going on, he felt Dwayne securing something around the
tops of his ears, almost like eyeglasses or headphones. A small,
fuzzy black ball appeared in front of his face – a microphone. They
were making him wear… a headset?
    “You’re about to learn how to follow
instructions,” Gus said, standing between Jeff and the television
with his arms crossed. “It can be an easy lesson, or it can be a
hard lesson. That much is up to you.”
    Jeff had lost track of what Dwayne was
doing, and failed to notice him kneeling down behind the chair. It
wasn’t until he felt a sudden, firm grip on his balls that he
realized that Dwayne was reaching up under the seat. With the
exposed gap and with his legs tightly secured in place, spread
apart in the seat, there was nothing Jeff could do to resist. This
was it, Jeff knew. No matter what happened, no matter how torturous
things became, his only choice was to endure.
    Jeff felt something