Forced by My Best Friend's Dad
I woke up hyperventilating.
And chained to a bed.
Once I caught my breath, I started screaming. My eyes hadn't adjusted yet, and I was shivering because it was more than a little cold.
I tugged at the chains that bound me to the bed, but all that did was leave the sound of rattling chains echoing in my ears. Everything started coming into focus, and I could make out that I was in some kind of room with wood paneled walls, and something that looked like a pool table in the corner of the room.
That's when it all started feeling familiar to me. Way too familiar.
The room reminded me of my best friend's dad's basement. He jokingly called it his "man cave" as middle aged men and older often refer to their sacred space where they gather with their buddies to
