Sitting naked on his haunches on the golden stubble of dry straw of a slope, Chris meditated away from the torture he endured all night. The early sun felt good, warming his skin. He attempted to visualize a better place than that farmhouse he escaped.
Why did Leroy and Arthur bind me in chains naked in that safe room? They know I’m claustrophobic. I saw nothing in the blackness. Heard only their moans of satisfaction, while they fucked that young hitch hiker. What seemed an eternity of struggling with those shackles turned out to be only four hours until I was free? How could they do this? They were my best friends. I should have known better. After all they were each my lover for five years. They were exactly alike. I suppose it’s no wonder they teamed up together as a duo of sluts, driving me crazy with their sexual pleasures performed in front of me.
When Chris climbed the stairs, he slowly unlatched the door to the floor in the living room, lifting it slowly to find no one in that room. Quietly he fled on foot through the wheat pastures to this slope. He knew he had to return if only to find his clothes. But for this minute he inhaled deep breaths with his eyes closed, exhaling slowly until he was more relaxed. He rose, spreading his arms to encompass the dry warm air around him. He opened his eyes; his thoughts planned a scheme to leave them behind. Walking back through the harvested fields to the house, he hoped they were still asleep.
On the front porch he cracked the front door, listening for voices. There was stark silence. He was happy. He searched the bedrooms one by one until he found Leroy, Arthur and the young kid tangled together in the top sheet and blanket of a full-size bed. Hearing their deep exhales of slumber, he scanned the room for clothes. Tip-toeing to the foot of the bed he found a disarray of all their clothes in a heap. After retrieving his jeans, t-shirt and shoes, he carefully went through the other pants and jackets for the car keys. Feeling metal in the front pocket of Leroy’s jeans, he found the keys. His hand clasped them without a sound, slowly lifting them. Arthur stirred; Chris held his breath and froze. Fortunately he rolled on his side, resuming his sleep. Quietly Chris left the room and exited the front door to the car. Pulling his pants up swiftly not bothering with his shirt or shoes, he would have to move fast after he started the engine. Ignoring the decaying picket fence, he pressed the accelerator to the floor and drove over the lawn, dismantled the fence, and sped down the long dirt driveway. After a minute looking back through the rear view mirror, he saw Arthur and Leroy running naked shaking their fists.
It'ill take them time to get to the highway to find a way back. By then I'll be home content with my payback. Shit! They didn’t even include me in their orgy.