I didn’t dare talk to the man as he carried me across the room to a black door which he opened to reveal another spacious room, but furnished this time.
In fact, the room seemed divided into two parts.
On the right hand side was a complete lab with what looked like high-tech equipment, while the other side looked like a studio with a kitchen area that opened on a living room area which consisted in a comfy looking sofa facing a big flat screen, in one corner, and a sleeping area with a small bed and a wardrobe in the other. In the middle a door probably led to a small bathroom.
“Welcome to my home.” He said as he sat me down on a chair.
He draped a thick blanket around my body and motioned for me to go and sit on the sofa.
I almost cried at the sudden source of comfort.
He then went to get two pairs of handcuffs to replace the ropes around my arms and legs but made sure not to tighten them too much.
My relief was short-lived, though, as he turned off the main light before switching the TV on.
“So...” He sighed as he took a seat next to me. “There is something I’d like to show you.”
My blood turned to ice when I saw dark figures silently crossing Matt or shall I say Zack’s garden before sliding the bay window open and getting into the living room.
The camera didn’t follow them as they left the room towards the hall.
Nothing happened for two long minutes.
Then the boys appeared one by one as the dark clad men threatened them with guns.
Sam and Nate sat on the sofa on the left, their back to the windows. Peter and Mark faced us while Tom and Dean were pushed on the one in the middle.
A chair was dragged at the bottom of the wall where the giant flat screen was hung and a beaten up Zack was made to sit on it.
They were all tied up tightly by the man who’d brought them there so that one man was standing in front of each boy.
An eighth man then pressed each boy’s index finger on a small sheet of paper.
A countdown appeared on the screen.
5 – The men in black got closer to the boys.
4- They grabbed their index finger with one hand.
3- With their other hand they forced the boys to open their mouth.
2- They lifted the boys’ fingers to their mouth.
1- Pressed it on their tongue before making them close their mouth.
GO! finally appeared on the screen indicating that the drug had been ingested.
I couldn’t help but feel for each one of them as the minutes passed and they all grew more and more nervous.
Their eyes popped open at the exact same time and it actually tugged at my heart to see them transform themselves into hormones ridden beings.
Their frustration was painful to watch as they started struggling to get rid of their restraints to act upon the impulses currently overpowering them.
They screamed, and swore like sailors, their bodies drenched in sweat until finally exhausted, they all quieted down and let go.
They stayed like that for ten minutes or so before they all raised their head and stared at the ceiling.
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The S.U.N. and The Peter Pan Project
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