of the ordinary. After a little while I can tell they are starting to feel the alcohol. I see them exchange a look like they’ve just communicated something without talking. They make me start taking shots as they continue to drink away. All the while, they are peppering me with questions about my life. How long have I been married? Am I bored with my life? How’s my sex life? Then the bomb, have I ever had gay sex? My answer is "no, of course not that’s disgusting". At that they grab a bottle of liquor and lead me towards the bedroom. One guy walks ahead with the liquor, the other is behind me with his hand holding my cuffed wrists, his other arm around my neck holding the knife where I can see it. He’s reminding