The Guest

It’s a stormy Friday night and you’re sitting on your couch in her favorite sweats, flipping through the channels, when the power goes out. You make your way to the kitchen to find the candles. Fumbling through the kitchen, you finally find what you are looking for, two candles and a box of matches. You walk back to the living room and light a match.

The flame lights up a face: A man standing right in front of you. You start to scream as someone behind you clamps a strong hand over your mouth. You smell something sweet and as you start to lose consciousness, the man in front of you blows out the match. All is black.

The voices seem so far away and everything is fuzzy. Where are you?

As you come around, you realize you are tied and gagged with a hood over your head.

The voices stop as several pairs of hands grab you and pull you to your feet. They start removing your clothes, but not the hood.

You hear a woman’s voice from behind your head, so close you can feel her warm breath on your back, "Relax, do as you are told, and you may even like this. Not that that matters."

You feel your hands being untied as the same voice says, "Do not move until you are told."

You hear the sound of high heels walking away, and then it’s quiet.

But not completely quiet, as you can tell you are not the only one in the room, though no one is talking.

A voice interrupts the silence, but this one is a man, very different, as if it sounds like it’s over the phone. "Take off the hood," the voice commands.

You are in a very strange room. It's about 30 by 30, the walls are mirrors, and the wall in front of you has the only door. To your right, against the wall, stand six woman all wearing blindfolds and different colored baby dolls. Meanwhile, to your left, are six men also wearing blindfolds with no shirts and different colored silk boxers. The last wall, behind you, is an interesting sight: On several tables, and hanging from the wall, is the wildest set of toys you have ever seen—and a few things you have never seen. Then there is the floor: It is padded with something like gym mats, but softer. The only furniture is a padded bench about six feet long and a wingback chair.

The voice from an overhead speaker explains that you have two choices. First, you can stay in this room and do whatever you wish, and the slaves in this room will follow your every command no questions no hesitation. The second option is you can walk through the door in front of the room, and you will be dropped off in a city, somewhere, just as you are now: Naked.

What would you do?