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 Ever since my Dad hit the big jackpot our pictures had been in the paper his little David had been the life of the party. It was kind of strange, you know? Last semester I was struggling even with my scholarship to pay for everything I needed for college. Now I was able to pay for everything in advance, I had a real nice apartment, and I was able to buy drinks for everyone.

Soon I had a lot of new friends and sometimes they even bought drinks for me. So I didn't think much of it when a stranger offered me a fresh drink at the club that night. But the drink had a strange taste to it and soon I was having trouble standing up or even talking coherently. But my new friend was very helpful as he suggested that what I needed was some fresh air and then helped me to walk outside.

The next thing I knew I was sitting in the back seat of a comfortable car. “I don’t feel so good,” I confessed to my new friend.

He suggested that I should rest my eyes for awhile and he was even nice enough to tie a soft cloth over my eyes so that the bright lights wouldn't bother me any more. I think I must have dozed off after that because the next thing I knew –

I was lying on a nice soft blanket and the warm blanket felt so comfortable against my skin. My skin…? I opened my bleary eyes and discovered that my clothes were gone. Who took my clothes off? The effects of that strange drink were beginning to wear off and now I could feel something hugging my arms and legs in several places and then I was able to focus my eyes enough to see my new friend hovering over me while his busy fingers were doing something to my body. And then I looked down and saw –

Ropes! “Are those ropes on my body” I looked up at my friend for some kind of explanation, but he just smiled don at me. “Listen, I don’t know what you thought, but I don’t go in for strange stuff like bondage and that sort of thing,” I tried to explain.

“That will be enough talk out of you David,” my smiling friend told me.

“What do you mean? I can talk if I want to—Ggawwk!”

I was cut off in mid-sentence as my friend’s strong fingers began pushing a roll of bandanna between my lips. I opened my mouth to tell him to stop, but as soon as I did that, he shoved that thick roll of cloth all the way into my mouth. Then he grabbed the two ends of the bandanna and pulled them back really hard to tie them behind my neck. Then he pushed me back down onto the blanket and walked away.

What was going on here? Why were they doing this to me? Nobody had ever tried to hurt me before and I was really confused and a little scared so I began rolling around on the blanket and whimpering a little each time those tight ropes bit into my tender skin. This was impossible!

I had to get out of here! I had to call for help! Desperately I began working my tongue against the thick roll of cloth that was dividing my mouth. I almost managed to XXXX it out from between my lips when all of a sudden the guy that I thought was my friend pounced on me and grabbed me by my hair.

“None of that, Rich Bitch!”

His fingers poked the gagging bandanna back deep into my mouth and then he held my head while his fingers smeared this crude strip of red tape all over my lips to seal my mouth shut. “All right, Bitch. It’s Photo Op time.”

My friend who was not my friend grabbed me by my arms and pulled me to my feet. Then he XXXX me to hop over to the other corner of the room and then pushed me down again on this chair-thing. Then he taped this big sign to my knees. I craned my head to look at it and read upside down “One Million or your son dies.”

Dies…? Oh no, they couldn't kill me, could they?

“No smiling!” Not My Friend snapped at me. “Try to look scared because that’s what you should be right now.”

Then they started snapping my picture with a camera.

I was scared all right. And I was feeling sick in my stomach. And my thighs were quivering queerly. And I flinched each time the flashgun went off in my face.

“That’s all we need,” Not My Friend decided. Then he grabbed me up roughly and half-hopped, half-dragged me back to the blanket and then pushed me back down on the floor again. “If you're smart you won't give us any trouble.”

Not My Friend stalked off, went into the other room, and closed the door.

I could hear voices on the other side of that door, voices that were talking about me. What were they going to do to me? Even if my Dad paid the ransom, would they just let little David run home to Daddy? I didn't think so. Then the door opened again and I looked up to see Not My Friend walking toward me.

“All right, Bitch, this is the drill. I’m leaving now to collect the money. You’re going to stay here and keep real quiet. If you make any noise, my buddy’s going to come out of that room and make a real loud noise. You know what kind of noise?”

Not My Friend pulled out this great big pistol and pointed it right down at my head and, oh my Gosh, I could see a big bullet in the barrel just waiting to come out and really hurt me!

“This kind of a noise!”

I blinked my eyes and nodded my head submissively while I sucked drool from the thickening roll of cloth inside my mouth and swallowed hard. And then I didn't move a muscle while he pulled another folded bandanna around over my eyes and tied it tightly around my head so that the folded cloth was XXXX my eyelids shut.

Then I listened and I heard him go out the door and close the door behind him.

I couldn't see his buddy or anything else now with my eyes all covered up like this so I strained my ears to listen for him and said a quiet little prayer while I began to struggle quietly on the floor. I didn't know how much time I had, but I didn't want to be here when Not My Friend came back.

I don’t know how long it took me because I was so scared, but then I managed to pull one of my hands free from the ropes. I hurried to pull the blindfold off of my eyes and then my other hand came free. Then with my hands shaking so bad that I could hardly make them do what I wanted, I managed to untie all the ropes holding my legs and feet.

Almost free, I skinned that sticky tape off of my face and hooked a finger into the soggy bandanna so I could pull the icky thing out of my mouth. I gasped several deep breaths of fresh air and then tried to get up on my feet. But by now my legs were all numb and I had to rub them to get my blood going again.

Then I tiptoed out of the room and found my way out of the building. Then I ran outside and then I felt a cool blast of air against my skin which reminded me that I was still stark-assed naked. All of a sudden I heard the scream of a siren and a police car stopped in front of me.

“All right, Streaker, hold it right there!” the Officer commanded.

“I’m not a Streaker,” I told him.

THE END

David played by Earl Ray

Photography by Caitiff

 Date of Production: 03/15/2005