"This is your fault."
"How is it my fault?"
"You wanted to play kinky with handcuffs, not me."
"Well, you were the one who tested them."
"You were the one who told me too!"
"You were the one that flung your arm and made the other cuff hook to that pipe."
"You were the one that lost the keys, -and- got us locked in this room."
"It's not my fault I can't see where all these damn pipes are, and it's not my fault I didn't see the air vent right under me."
"Yes, and while you might feel bad about it, it still doesn't change the fact that this is all your fault."
"I could leave you in here, you know."
"How? We're locked in, remember."
"Yeah, well, that's not our biggest problem. We're leaving tonight, and if they can't find us, we're going to die here."
"We're not going to die. If you didn't notice, we're in a prop room. People will come here, eventually."
"This is the basement of a theater, which has stopped being used. They only use it for the restaurant, and now, because no one will hear us scream, we're going to die."
"Why don't you find a window and try and break out of it?"
"Because I can't see!"
"Well, I can't move, so we have a problem."
"Would you feel better if I gave you a blow job?"
"No! This whole handcuff thing could only turn me on in our bedroom. Not here, and besides, I thought you couldn't see."
"I don't need to see. I have every inch of you memorized."
"Really?"
"Of course. Now, let me see if I can find a flashlight."
"Why are you patting me? And that's not a flashlight."
"I know what it is. Where's your arm?"
"Right here."
"Where? I can't exactly see it!"
"To your left, over more, now go up, right there. What are you going to do?"
"There's a box behind you, I remember. Maybe there's something in there. I'm trying to get it."
"Ow, in case you forgot, my movements are only so limited."
"Sorry. I got it, though. I got the box. Now, I just need to get it out from behind you."
"Okay, hold on, let me jump up really fast. As soon as I say go, pull the box. Okay... go."
"All right, you can come back down now."
"Uhh, no, I can't."
"What do you mean?"
"When I jumped up, the handcuffs twisted around, and if I drop back down, I'll snap my arm."
"Great. And I can't find anything that feels like a flashlight in this box. Oh, wait, this might be something... yeah, I think it is..."
"Ow! Don't shine it right in my face."
"Sorry. I'll be right back, I'm going to look for a window or another door."
"No! Look in the vent and see if you can get the keys."
"Oh, okay. Where is it... there's the vent."
"Do you see anything? Do you see the keys?"
"Uh... yeah, there they are, I can see them."
"Can you -get- them?"
"Yeah, I think so... hold on, let me move the vent cover... I got em!"
"Thank God, now come and undo these handcuffs."
"What's the magic word?"
"Please! Come on, this position really hurts, and I think I'm cutting off my circulation."
"I dunno..."
"If you don't uncuff me right now, I'll never have sex with you again."
"I doubt that."
"Please, come on, this really hurts!"
"Hey, what are you guys doing in here?"
"Chris, hey, you got the door open, cool!"
"Lance, what are you doing hanging on a pipe? Why is he hanging on a pipe, JC?"
"I dunno. Hey, come to the door when you're done Lance, all right?"
"No, don't leave! Chris, I'm handcuffed to the pipe, JC has the key. Guys! Guys come on, don't leave me in here. You are so dead JC! You guys, this isn't funny!"
"Guys? Come on, let me out of here. Hello? Guys?"
The basement was silent. And then, the flashlight that JC had left on the floor flickered out.
"Guys?"
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