A challenge (Part 1) [Str8] [mmfff] [reluc] [blkmail]

I wake up tied in a chair. Where am I? The last thing I remember was going to sleep at home. I take in my surroundings for a moment. I’m tied in a small dining chair. Nearby are four people, tied to similar chairs and also unconscious. One other dude, and three girls. They look about my age, seventeen or eighteen. One of the girls is wearing pyjamas, the rest of them are in normal clothes. Have we been kidnapped?! Oh my God! I look around the room some more. It’s an L-Shaped room, and we’re all tied in the corners of it. On one side of the “L”, to my left, is an empty hallway with a door on the right hand side. At the end of the hallway is a cupboard. To my right, there are a few desks with computers. On the left of that hallway are some windows, with a view of a bedroom. Inside the room are some cameras and lighting equipment. What the hell is this? Where are the exits. One of the other girls wakes up. “Huh?” She seems as confused as I was. Despite her obliviousness, I ask her anyway, “What do you remember?” “Nothing really. I was walking… where am I?” Suddenly, the dude wakes up, followed by the girl who was wearing pyjamas. A massive argument breaks out. “Who the hell are you people?” “Where am I?” the last girl, who had been quiet for the entire time, suddenly pipes up. “QUIET!” How long had she been conscious? Maybe before me… “First things first, let’s get this straight. We’ve been kidnapped.” Great. Another thing off the bucket list. “Now, I’m Emily. What are all your names?” “I’m Maggie,” says the girl in the pyjamas. “Rachel,” says the girl who I had just talked to. “I’m Kyle,” I say. “Jeremy,” says the other dude. “Great,” says Emily. “Now, we gotta get these ropes undone-” her voice is cut off by the loud, screechy feedback from a microphone. “Hello? Is this thing on?” says a voice, coming from a loudspeaker hidden somewhere. “Hi. Now, I bet you’re all confused, frightened, I need you to listen very carefully.” The five of us fall into dead silence. “You’ve been kidnapped. Not a soul knows where you kids are. Your hometowns have issued Amber Alerts, but you’re far from there now.” Really? How could I have been taken so far in my sleep? It makes no sense! “Now, I drugged you all.” Oh. *That* makes sense. “There are two groups of you, in different rooms. Don’t try to yell, the other group won’t be able to hear you. Now, only one group is going to be released alive. The other group will be killed brutally.” “Holy shit,” says Jeremy. “Shut up,” replies Maggie. “Now, which group will be which? It’s easy. Each group has twelve hours to write, film, edit, and submit a porno. Whichever one we like the best will win.” The group makes terrified faces at eachother. “The winning group will be released, the losers will be killed. I will come back on the loudspeaker again in twelve hours. Each of you has a bedroom and a bathroom to use as a set, film equipment, a cupboard of sex toys, and computers with state-of-the-art editing software. These are to be quality films. You may do any style of film you like, there are no limits to genre. Don’t worry, these videos will not be put on the internet. These are only for us. Good luck. I’ll speak to you in twelve hours.” We all look eachother in the eyes. “He’s serious,” I say. “Of course he’s serious,” says Rachel. We start arguing again. I look over to Emily, and see that she’s already out of the chair. “Alright. Lemme untie you guys.”

**HOUR 1**

We all take stroll into the bedroom. It’s a big lavish bedroom, with fluffy red cushions and duvet. It’s got a window with curtains, which of course is fake. However, there is a light behind the window, creating artificial light. “They really spared no expense,” I say. Everyone gives a nod in agreement. Rachel opens the bathroom door. It’s a modern bathroom, with a sink, toilet, bathtub, and separate shower. It would be a nice place to stay, to be honest. “Alright,” says Emily. “What are we going to do?” “We’re going to make a porno,” says Maggie. “Yeah,” says Jeremy, “but what kind? How are we going to go about this? What are our limits?” Limits? “None of you guys are related to me. I’ll do just about anything to let us escape with our lives,” says Emily. “Same,” says Maggie. “Me too,” says Jeremy. I feel a pressure in the room. “I guess so,” I say. We all turn to Rachel. “Guys…” she starts, “I’m a photography and computer whiz. If you guys do all the action, I will make us the best damn edited porno that the world has ever seen.” We all nod in agreement. “OK,” I say. Let’s take inventory.

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