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"Hey, dudes, where is everybody?"
Nick looked around the empty office. OK, so he was a bit late – but just by a couple of hours. He had been doing serious partying the night before, and couldn’t be bothered getting out of bed on time. His old man owned the company, after all. He’d be back at school in another few weeks; he could party full-time then. Gee, where was everyone? Was he missing another boring off-site meeting? Not that Nick really cared. The absence of the rest of the staff just meant that he could play computer games without looking over his shoulder all of the time. Ramsay, his supposed boss, was always giving him hard time about that, along with a zillion other things. He had been in the Marines, and always acted as if he had a stick up his ass.
"What the hell…" Nick jumped out of his chair. One by one the overhead lights in the office were being turned off. Soon Nick was sitting in the only remaining patch of light.
"Who’s there. Come on, this isn’t funny. Turn the fucking lights back on!"
Nick was starting to feel nervous. This office didn’t have any windows, so there was no source of natural light. His scalp started tingling. He could hear a weird sound close to him – it sounded like muffled breathing. Nick’s heart started to beat faster. If this was someone’s idea of a joke, he didn’t like it.
"Stop it right now. If you work here, I’ll get your ass …GGGGGGAHHHHH!"
Nick clawed at the rope that had come out of the darkness: rope that had been slipped over his head and was being pulled tight around his neck. He was being dragged out of the pool of light and into the darkness of the rest of the office. He flailed about, trying to hit his unseen opponent but it was useless. He tripped over something, and crashed to the floor. Someone was on top of him, someone heavy. His hands were being pulled behind his back, as the rope around his neck tightened. Barely able to breathe, Nick was helpless to stop the unseen other from binding his hands behind him. Something sticky was slapped over his mouth, gagging him. More stickiness went over his eyes. Nick screamed a pain as a hand grabbed his hair, and dragged him to his feet.
"Get moving, you worthless piece of crap. Don’t even bother trying to struggle."
Nick whimpered in terror. He had no intention of disobeying the muffled, strangely mechanical sounding voice, not with that tight rope around his neck. Choking and gagging, he allowed himself to be pulled along, like a dog on a leash. He moaned in pain as he banged into desks and filing cabinets. He stumbled a couple of times, and each time he was pulled up by the rope that was almost strangling him. On and on they seemed to go, descending flights of stairs. Finally, the horrible journey stopped.
"Why don’t you hang around for a while, punk, while I get things ready."
"MMMMMNNNOOOOO!"
Nick started crying under his tape blindfold as he felt himself being strung. He was XXXX to stand on the tips of his toes as the rope around his neck was tied to something above him.
"MMMHEEEELLLPPPPMMMMEEEE! "
Sccccrrrrrccchhhh.
The piece of tape that had been covering Nick’s eyes was brutally ripped off. He blinked in the sudden light, and found himself face to face with his boss, Ramsay.
"MMMIMGGONNAMMGETMMDADMMFIREYOU! GGGJAIL!"
"MMMMOOOOOOOWWWWW!!!!"
Nick screeched as Ramsay grabbed a handful of Nick’s abundant hair.
"I wouldn’t be making any threats, if I were you, you worthless piece of crap. You’re certainly not in any position to be making threats, are you? And don’t worry, your Dad told me to whip you into shape, no matter what it took. Look at you. You’re a mess. Who do you think you are, some kind of skater punk. You’re a bit too old for that. Your Dad is sick and tired of you goofing off at school, barely passing. He thinks that you need some discipline, and I agree with him. Let’s get you ready for the first step."
"MMMWWHHATTTMMMDDOING?"
Nick was shaking with fear. He couldn’t believe that this was happening to him. He didn’t put up a struggle as Ramsay untied the rope from around his neck and shoved him into a chair. Even when Ramsay started winding more and more rope around him, tying him tightly to that chair, Nick didn’t try to escape. The look on Ramsay’s face had him petrified. It was a gloating, triumphant, totally unpleasant look.
"Tight enough, for you, punk? You answer when you’re spoken to! Do you understand!"
"MMMMYEETTTHHHH! MMMUNDERSTAND!"
"Good, I’m glad that we’ve got that part straight. You’re going to be learning how to take orders, and obeying those orders. No more of that "yeah, yeah, when I’ve got time, dude." We’ll make a man out of you. Won’t we, punk?"
"MMMRRRAAAGGHHHH!"
" I told you to answer when you’re spoken to! At least this messy hair is good for one thing. Too bad you won’t have it for much longer."
"MWWWAHHH?"
"But first, let me inspect you. Gee, you finally learned how to do up your tie properly. But you won’t need any ties, not where you’re going. Shit, boy, don’t you get any exercise at that school of yours? What do you, spend all of your time playing computer games and getting drunk? Don’t worry, you’ll get all of the exercise you need and more. That can wait. First, I’ve got to get you looking presentable. Do you see what I’ve got with me?"Nick’s eyes bulging out when he saw Ramsay holding a pair of scissors and an electric razor. Oh no, he couldn’t, he wouldn’t…not his HAIR! He couldn’t be serious! Nick screamed in XXXX and he threw himself sideways, in a pitiful attempt to avoid the advancing Ramsay. The chair crashed over to one side.
"Don’t bother struggling, dirtbag. You can’t get away from me now. You won’t be needing all of that hair, not where you’re going. It’ll be far too hot for you."
"MMMMMMNOOOOOOO! GGGMMMMPLLLLLLEEEEZZZZZ! GGMMNOTMMTHAT!"
Now Nick screamed and struggled, but it was too late. He could only sob hysterically as he saw his hair floating around him. Ramsay hacked off great hanks of it with the scissors, and then Nick heard the buzzing of the razor.
"Don’t worry, punk. You’ll fit in the rest of the guys, in the ARMY!"