I work late hours, a sort of swing night shift. One night I just needed a drink, I got off work early but it had been a long week. I intend to go home and just sleep but for some reason I just want that drink so take a detour and park at a bar on my way home. I haven't been to this one so I figure I'll check it out. I step inside and walk straight to the bar and order a double jack. As he leaves to take my order I start surfing my phone. My drink finally gets to me, I take a sip and I notice a couple men approaching me. One asks if I don't mind them sitting down next to us they like to socialize when they drink. I'm alone so I say sure, just sitting alone anyways. Unfortunately for me that's exactly what they wanted to know. They smile and sit down. They notice my double whiskey and tell me that sounds like a good idea. They order a round. As I finish mine they order me another round. Im in a good mood after the first drink so I just say thanks. We keep drinking and bullshitting for a while. Before I know it i've had 3-4 doubles and I'm starting to feel it. I order another and as it's on the way I tell them i'm going to hit the restroom real quick.
After a while I come back. I see my drink already waiting on me and naively trusting them I start taking big swigs of my drink that has been drugged.(Really I've taken a few benadryl before walking into the bar to make my drugged/loopy state more realistic.) As I finish my drink, they know they don't have much time. They offer to order me one more drink and I politely decline. The bartender walks up to us and they order doubles for all of us even me. I just insist I should stop and they insist I take the gift. I feel bad but they seem like cool guys and I don't want to make them feel bad after being so nice and socializing with me. I accept the drink.
We keep talking but after a bit I finish my drink and ask the bartender for my check. They go ahead and ask for theirs too. My bill gets to me so I pay and say my goodbyes as they are paying their check. They wish me a good night, they don't want to be too obvious in the bar around people asking the drunk guy to go home with a stranger. They pay their bill and wait on me to walk outside. I step outside and pull out my phone to call an Uber. Within a minute before I can order the uber they step outside and look for me. They see me and politely offer me a ride home. They seemed a lot more sober than me so I want to say yes for the free ride but I go the polite route and decline the first offer. They assure me it is okay which I am a little relieved because I'm starting to feel really dizzy and weird.
They drive me to their home but I'm too loopy from being drugged (fake roleplay) and drinking. They help me out of the car, I mention it doesn't look like my home but they assure me it is. We walk into their apartment and I am dizzy and say it isn't my house. They seem happy I accepted the offer and walk me to their car. I walk to the back door but they insist I sit up front. One drives while the other sits behind me. We start driving out and I can see the car spinning. I can hardly focus on where we are going but it seems different from the route to my house. I ask "are you sure this is the right way?" The driver assures me it's the right way they are just taking back roads. I feel dizzy so I lay my head back in the seat. I say "I feel kinda dizzy" out loud. "I feel weird, am I okay"? I'm starting to get the effects of the drug hitting me. They tell me I'm okay over and over and finally the car slows down and rolls into a driveway.
The driver parks and they start to open the doors. I look at the driver and say "I don't think this is my house". Visually confused, they insist on helping and say oh yeah we needed to stop by our house because you don't seem well. They open my door and gently place hands on my shoulders and arms sort of helping out. Helping me walk to the door but I don't realize what's actually happening. I'm almost at the path of no return and I'm too drunk to resist much. They're just keeping hands on me in case I come to my senses before they get me inside. They get me to the door. One unlocks while one stands behind me with his hands on my shoulders. The door opens and they lead me inside. It's very dark inside, no lights on except one in the corner, a bedroom.
They lock the door behind them and tell me to "come this way" and lead me to the bedroom. They push the door fully open and I step inside... inside the dungeon I'll never forget. The light hits my drunken eyes and I squint. I look on the bed and see straps, hand cuffs, binds. They planned this, I have no idea yet but they went to the bar with the sole intention of raping the first vulnerable person they find, man or woman. They wanted to see the panic in what's left of my sober mind. I am confused and ask "what is that?" Pointing to be bed. They get rock hard from the thrill of slowly leading me to a realization I'm going to be raped.
They just smile and tell me to calm down, "you've been drinking too much so you just need to lay down and relax". They get me on the bed positioning my drunken body with my head near the bottom of the bed. The room is spinning and I feel them wrapping something around my hands and feet. They're restraining my legs to the headboard, they sit me up temporarily to restrain my hands behind my back then lay me back down. My chest is strapped down by a restraint wrapping around the bed. I can't even move. I tell them I don't feel good and they assure me they are going to take care of me. I am so shit faced yet I instinctively feel uncomfortable but I'm too drunk to perceive the danger I'm in. I say that I need to go home and they smile and assure me I will be going home as soon as they are done with me. I don't catch their reference to using me.
