"Order guns off the dark web, do it now". "It seems like you've finally lost it for all time, Omana." Rachael said, not so sure herself.
As a part of a dare, both the girls had managed to get in touch with a man off a chat room claiming to be the owner of a red room. A red room, although not definable in its true sense, was rumoured to house all kinds of unimaginable torture devices used for inflicting pain upon someone unlucky enough to get themselves in a bind with their owners, and this was then live streamed to all those who own just the right amount of bitcoin.
The man humoured them for a while, but his last text where he'd put down their exact location right to their house number, indicated otherwise...
His text should have probably set all kinds of alarms off in Rachael and Omana's head, for if it had not been for this one moment of foolishness, they would not have been in the colossal fuck up they were in now. Not sensing the threat they choose to go ahead and play a game of chicken seeing who would back out first, neither of them realising that there was no backing out now. They had sealed their fate the second they got that text.
Omana texted back. "Well then why don't you just come pick us up"
Almost immediately they got a text back,
"8:00 pm
The road outside
Dress appropriately
Being late will have consequences you cannot begin to comprehend"....
"I see no reason for us to go along with this, but now he knows where we live, and I don't want my mom opening the door to a guy who'd not think twice before chloroforming her'' Omana was shaken to her core but composed herself for Rachael's sake. "What's the worst that could go down, we'll be featured as hosts on Psychopath Daily. The least we could do is dress right" she continued in a tone that could not begin to reveal her true feelings.
She lent Rachael one of her dresses and decided to put on a satin slip dress for herself with an overcoat to fight the biting wind. "We're doing this then" Rachael exclaimed hesitantly.
By the time they left Omana's place, it was dark outside and with the autumn setting in, the cold was a lot more than what they'd expected. There was black limo waiting right across the street, and when they saw the driver indicating them to get in the back, it left them startled.
On getting in, Rachael asked the rather ominous looking driver "Where are you taking us?"
"First take off your coats and give them to me. You won't be needing them. As to where we are going, that's none of your business. Just put on the blindfolds kept next to you. Boss's orders." he snickered.
Just as Rahael was about to protest the car doors locked and the car started racing along the street. Rachael and Omana looked at each other trying their best to look brave but within they were filled with fear.
Having still not acted on the driver's orders he once again reminded them, this time in a much colder and threatening voice. The two of them slowly accepted their fate and reluctantly obliged. They removed their coats and passed them on to the driver through the small window which connected the back to the driver. Rachael once again tried asking the driver where they were going and who their boss was, but got no response.
Next came the blindfold's. They were made of smooth black satin, just thick enough to ensure they could not see anything. As soon as they put the blind folds on the car seemed to pick up speed. With each turn Rachel and Omana would fall out of their seat and come crashing into the door. The car also seemed to start getting colder. Omana put her hand against the vent to feel a blast of cold air entering the once warm interior of the car. Rachael almost instantly began to shiver and no amount of protests to the driver made it stop. It had been an hour since they were in the car, neither had any idea where they were going as they held onto each other as tightly as they could for some body heat. Omana could feel her nipples get hard due to the cold and instantly regretted her decision not to wear a bra.
After what seemed like an eternity the car finally slowed down and came to a stop.....
With the way the car's beep echoed, Omana figured they were in the basement of some building. Just as soon as the car halted, the driver didn't waste a second leading them out of the car but still maintained the blindfolds, and while doing this he took the opportunity to slightly brush his hands against her body in an inconspicuous manner.
In an unnerved voice, Rachael yet again asked the driver "Where are we going, where's this place. You'll have to tell me or else..." her voice wandered off, aware that there was not a thing she could possibly do in this situation. After walking for at least a minute, the driver led them up the staircase. The mood of the place resonated with the coldness the car had, which made Omana shiver, and she lightly rubbed her arms to try and warm herself up, all the while alert of how the slip barely managed to cover enough of her skin. "We're here" he announced. "And where's here?" Omana quipped. "I wonder what more a quick mouth like that could do. For now, I'd prefer you not using it at all till you're in the audience of our boss."
