I was unable to move. I was tied to a bed. My toes and thumbs was tied by rope. My captor was tickling me. I was laughing helplessly. I could not stop him from tickling me. His fingers glided up and down my underarms, my feet, my stomach, my sides, my ribs, my neck. I tried to apologize but I could not get the words out.
1 hour earlier:
Your a whore, I said to a girl. Her boyfriend tackled me and I passed out.
Now:
He relentlessly tickled me from head to toe. He then sat on my face. I could not breathe and he only let up after a few minutes only to sit on me again. He told me that if I disrespected girls, I deserved what I got. He told me that I needed to grow up knowing that I was 18 years old and was not a kid. My captor was 19. He then slapped me on my face several times in continous fashion. Then, he took a permanent marker and wrote, "I called a girl a whore" on my forehead. He got out nail polish and painted my fingernails and toenails, and I knew I would not get nail polish remover so I would be embarrassed in public. He then continued to sit on my face. He took pictures and video of me and posted it on my Facebook. My life was forever ruined. He then decided to torture me by taking a dirty sock and rubbed it on my face very closely to me. I was feeling bad about it, and wished I had said nothing to the girl. My captor repeated the sock torture for another 10-15 minutes. After a while, he left the room, and left me tied up. It was my chance to escape. I struggled a bit, but it was impossible for me to free myself. My captor returned and noticed my futile attempt to escape and he poured cold water on my face. He then urinated on me. I was soaked and it was very uncomfortable.
Next, I heard the phone ring. My captor put it on speaker. The person on the other end said, "You are not a good boy, and now revenge is best served cold, and my boyfriend will keep you for the weekend, you will obey him and be his slave. If you disobey him, you will be punished. He called your parents and told them you are staying over this weekend. Your friends probably will enjoy what is happening to you".
My heart dropped. My captor untied me, but then he told me to put my hands behind my back. I decided not to obey and tried to escape. I failed because he tripped me. He quickly subdued me and handcuffed my wrists and he put leg irons on my ankles. He blindfolded me and gagged me. Then, he carried me and threw me against a hard surface. I heard a door slammed, and locked behind me. Then, clinking noises was heard when it was locked. I realized I was in a jail cell.
To be Continued