‘Damn, man, easy on the jelly,’ Duane giggled. ‘What are you on, hash?’
‘I have no idea. I took a couple of pills that were on a table upstairs,’ Martin said in-between huge bites. A blob of jelly ran down the left side of his mouth.
‘Tripping?’
‘Hell yeah. How about you?’
‘No, man, I’m on dust. Haven’t slept since we got here, I’m still buzzing like hell, man.’
‘When did we get here?’ Martin asked, looking confused.
‘Shit, dude, you are tripping. On Friday night,’ Duane responded with a laugh.
‘And what day is it?’
Duane’s laughter grew louder. ‘Early hours of Sunday morning.’
‘Damn, you’ve been awake for two nights and a day.’
‘Hell yeah.’ Duane looked proud.
Martin shook his head in disapproval, grabbed a handful of marshmallows and walked back to the bread dispenser. ‘Would you like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich?’ he offered.
‘No man, I’ve got no appetite, but knock yourself out.’
Martin made himself another sandwich, this time with even more jelly.
‘Hey, Mart, remember I said I had a surprise for you?’
Martin looked at his friend curiously. ‘No, I actually don’t remember that at all.’
‘Well I did. Would you like to see it now?’ Duane sounded excited and Martin couldn’t tell if it were the drugs talking or his friend was really happy to be able to show him some sort of surprise.
‘Sure, what is it?’ he said casually.
‘It’s a DVD. I’ll go get it while you finish that jar of jelly,’ Duane said, pointing to the almost empty jar on the worktop.
‘A DVD?’ Martin questioned unimpressed.
‘Trust me, you’ll like this one.’ He dashed out of the kitchen leaving Martin to finish his sandwich. A few moments later Duane stormed back in holding a slim DVD case. ‘Here it is.’
Martin checked the case. There was no front or back cover. The disk inside it had no printing on it either.
‘Where can we watch it?’ Duane asked, sounding even more animated.
‘I seem to remember a room with a huge flat-screen TV and surround sound system upstairs.’ He drank the last of his soda down in huge gulps. ‘But what the hell is this DVD all about, Duane?’
‘This is gonna be cool, man. I know you’re into bondage, right?’ He sounded like a character out of Wayne’s World.
To his closest friends it was no secret that Martin enjoyed bondage and rough sex.
‘This is a bondage DVD?’ A tingle of interest in his voice now.
‘This, my friend, will probably freak you out. This is supposed to be some extreme bondage shit.’
Martin stared at a hyper Duane. ‘I’m game, the rougher the better.’ He stuffed the last of the marshmallows into his mouth.
‘So where’s this room with the flat screen?’
‘Upstairs somewhere. We’ll find it, don’t worry. Let me just grab a donut.’
Martin went back to the fridge and grabbed a box with three chocolate donuts and another can of soda. They both left the kitchen.
It didn’t take them long to find the entertainment room with several spacious and very comfortable-looking leather chairs facing the biggest flat-screen TV they’d ever seen. The surround sound system together with the DVD equipment was state of the art.
‘Now this is cool,’ Duane said, jumping onto one of the leather chairs like a little kid in a bouncing castle. ‘And that’s sweet.’ His eyes had rested on the impressive TV set.
‘Give me that DVD, and stop acting like a stupid kid,’ Martin ordered. Duane handed the disk over and made himself comfortable.
The first thing Martin noticed was the amateurish quality of the images; this was definitely not a professionally made film. The opening scene showed a young woman, no older than twenty-five, already tied to a metal chair. Her long blond hair disheveled as if she’d just woken up. Her white blouse looked dirty and drenched in sweat. Her denim skirt had been ripped to expose well-toned and tanned legs. She’d been blindfolded and gagged and her running mascara was a clear indication she’d been crying. Her lipstick had been smudged off her lips and she seemed scared and exhausted. The room she was in was about thirty feet by twenty-two with holes in the walls as if someone had used a sledgehammer on it. Besides the chair she’d been tied to, the only other piece of furniture in the room was a small metallic table.
There were two other people in the room, both male, but the camera never focused on them. In fact, they were only seen from the torso down. Martin was instantly intrigued and his grogginess started to subside.