I had been too curious as usual and look where it had gotten me, locked in a makeshift cell, encased under a layer of inescapable rubber, hanging from the ceiling like a piece of meat in my neighbor's apartment simply waiting to be found.
How had I gotten here? It all started about two weeks ago when the apartment across the hall was finally rented. His name was Ron and he was a personal trainer, a hot one at that, small but very muscular and always wore nice tight shorts and athletic shirts. I met him as he was moving his belongings up the stairs onto the third floor. We stopped and chatted for a bit as I introduced myself and helped him move a few of his things in. He told me about his move from Chicago to LA and the new gym he was starting at down the street.
In the next week, quite a few packages were delivered and I didn't see much of Ron to my dismay but I didn't have too much problem with a quiet neighbor. However late at night and for the rest of the week, I would hear saws, drills, and hammer noises that would keep me awake to the point where I was about to complain. We were not allowed to remodel in any way or change anything in the apartment as defined by our lease so I was confused as to what he was doing in there. But more than wanting to report him I was curious.
Jon kept mostly to himself and in the following week the construction noises had since stopped but I would often hear muffled groans and the sound of rubbing almost like a heavy plastic bag being ruffled late at night while in my living room. Not to mention a peculiar smell wafting through the vents, giving off the odor of oil or in a strange kinky way lube.
I was never one to stay out of people's business and my curiosity finally got the better of me. One day when Ron left at 9 am for work I slipped out of my room and using a YouTube video I had watched the night earlier popped the lock on his door and slipped into his apartment. I knew I had until 2 pm when he would return from teaching his lessons at the gym as Jon was an animal of habit, so I knew I had plenty of time.
The apartment was actually rather nice, furnished in a bachelor-type fashion but with a sense of luxury. Despite that I failed to notice anything out of the ordinary, everything seemed clean and rather well kept and nothing looked altered. The layout of his was the same as mine as I made my way through the dining room and past the bathroom down the hallway to his bedroom which backed my living room and hence where I had been hearing all of the noises coming from every night.
I entered the room. It was neat and bed made, he had black curtains covering the windows that blocked out almost all light except for a soft glow from the lamp in the corner. The bed looked strange, almost like it had never even been slept in but once again the room was spotless which only pushed my curiosity further.
I was about to leave when I saw a door in the corner, I didn't have a door like that in my room but I remembered the maintenance man telling me one apartment on each floor had a small closet as there used to be a water heater specifically for each floor that was housed in the first apartment pas the elevator until they remodeled a few years ago and took them out simply making them into a storage closet.
I had a feeling and making my way over to the door, grabbed the lock and swung it open. To my surprise, as it swung open I was met with a prison cell. Placed firmly in front of me behind the door were metal bars running from the top of the doorframe to the floor on a special hinge bolted to the frame making a cell door placed perfectly right behind the outer door so both could be closed at the same time.
