With no internet, I had very little to do in the evenings, which led my friends Brent and Steve and I to explore the centre. We actually had a lot to do there, from boats to a pool to climbing walls. Yeah, we're former boyscouts, but we still hang out. There were these chicks there, who would always be around, apparently trying to get into our pants... not that we weren't trying the same with them.

So when I came into my room first, I got hit on the head... hard. I was about to start swinging, but got annother blow to the jaw. Suddenly, I felt handcuffs on my wrists and herd Stacy say, "So I'm a whore, huh? We'll see." Oh sh*t. She WAS a psycho bitch! After cuffing me to my bed, she stripped me and began some torture. Clothes pins, A flogger, even candle wax. I've never been a fan of torture, so i didn't take it too kindly. After she was done, she left me, cuffed and naked, for my friends to find me.
I count myself lucky, cus when they came back, they were too drunk to notice anything strange. They released one hand, And I did the rest. I swore vengance, but i didn't see Stacy again. One of these days tho...