What's The Story?

Concrete. Cold on my skin. Bound. Chained. Can't move.

What happened? I was at a party. We were laughing. Someone was talking, and I was laughing. I can't remember. Something about the power of the mind, how it can be stronger than steel, stronger than chains. That's right. Her. She was saying how she can bind anyone more powerfully than chains. I laughed. So stupid. No one can break chains, and all you have to do without them is move. So she challenged me. She could bind me so I can't move. All I had to do was look into her eyes. I was happy to do that. So blue, so deep. I didn't even pay attention to what she was saying.

But how did I get here? Naked? Chained? Bound? This doesn't have anything to do with the bet. These are real chains. I can't move no matter how hard I try. Why are they all laughing at me? Is it funny that I can't break the chains on my wrists, my ankles, my waist? Is it funny that someone has stripped me naked? What's so damned funny?

What's so damned funny?

(c) 2006 Hypnoboth