Editor's note: this work contains scenes of rough, reluctant, dubiously consensual, consensually non-consensual (CNC), or non-consensual sex or scenarios.
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"Stop!"
I bumped into the back of Eric as he did exactly what he shouted.
"Did you see that?" he asked as another couple passed us.
"What?"
"In that room we passed."
"What was I supposed to have seen?" shouting at him over the din of noise that was part of the annual house of horrors.
"In that room we just passed."
"They all look the same."
We had just passed a room that wasn't very large and most everyone missed it on the way down to the OR, an exhibit that was supposed to be really gross.
"I'm getting a headache with all these crazy strobes," I whined.
"What?" he shouted in my ear, leaving a little moisture on the side of my face.
"Yeah that too.
We were halfway through the community college fun house, House of perpetual fright or whatever you wanted to call it.
Actually the name of the event was Scream in the Dark. It was the annual haunted house that the church and local college threw together for Halloween and was fun, I guess... if you were twelve.
"Let's go back for a sec, I wanna check something."
I reluctantly followed him running into the few that were walking in the right direction.
Eric suddenly stopped at the room I had already ignored. The place was nearly empty and I was beginning to wonder why we showed up in the first place. We were at least five years older than most of the kids that went too these things anyway and I was already beginning to feel a little out of my element.
"What did you see?"
"I could have sworn that Gina was in one of these rooms. It was the room that had the old fashioned stocks." You know, like the ones we made in wood shop last year."
"Why did we make those again?"
"Because we got an A in the class and didn't have to go to PE."
"Right."
"The school was having a play about the Salem witch trials, remember?"
He stopped ahead of me and peeked around the corner.
"Yep, this is the place. He reached back me and pulled me up beside him at the same moment I looked around the corner and into the room that looked pretty much like everything in this place dark with green strobe lights going off intense and blinding. It gave me the impression that I was looking into a dirty fish tank.
There in the middle of the room was a double set of stocks from the 16th century, the kind they placed people in for petty crimes or suspected witches until they went to trial.
Now that set of stocks looked familiar to me,
Both women were in the stocks that trapped their hands and heads. The two were right beside each other.
Two women, made up to be witches. Heavy makeup, rubber noses, bad wigs. Beside them stood a guy in a dark, hooded outfit with a whip in his hand. He had a hood on and was supposed to be whipping them occasionally or at least pretending to whip them as they screamed out their innocence.
It was obvious that none of the three were going to win any awards for acting.
The guy with the whip was leaning against the stocks and looking at his phone. The two women seemed to be in a conversation and laughing about something that probably had nothing to do with the state of 16th century punishment.
"If that is Gina then the guy with the whip has to be Travis, her boyfriend.
"You mean, current boyfriend," I said, "or flavor of the week."
Gina was that one girl in school who was popular with the entire football team, either one guy at a time, or in most cases, the entire team at one time. It was a wonder that the team won any games at all.
Most of those who were going through the maze simply ignored the exhibit, and walked on to the next one.
"That's Gina," Eric insisted. "And I bet those are the stocks we made last year in woodshop class for the play, The Crucible."
"I peeked around the corner. Despite the heavy makeup, he was right. It was Gina.
"What about the other girl beside her?"
I looked again and pulled my head back.
"That's Ms. Marks, from English Lit class. You know the hot teacher, MILF with the best ass in the state."
"No way, Diane Marks would never do something dumb like this," Eric said. "I spent two years jerking off thinking about what I would do if I had my hands on that woman's ass."
Travis in monks outfit, looked up briefly and pulled his hood back then spotted us. It was Travis, star running back for the Panther's football team and he spotted us looking in. He immediately scowled and flipped us off.
"Nice," I said pulling my head back around the corner. "That's Travis all right."
"See, That' is Gina. If she's here then you know Travis will be here just to keep an eye on her."
"With tits like hers everyone has kept an eye on her."
"Yeah I know. She must have fucked just about every guy in school."
"Not every guy, just the jocks and the guys who give her free pot."
Gina was one of those girls who lived in a world where guys like us were invisible.
"What the hell is she doing here?"