Bill gets annoyed

Tyler grunted urgently at the two men, **** for them not to find his police ID in his clothing. Frank laughed at him, but Bill turned around with a snarl across his face. He grabbed Tyler with one meaty hand around the chin.

"Now listen, you useless fucking ****, you need to learn your place. You submit to whatever we want, whenever we want and you stay damn quiet while doing it."

He pushed Tyler away from him, and Tyler staggered as the spiked pushed against his soles.

"This **** needs to learn its place, Frank. You got one of the rebreathers?"

Frank nodded and headed behind the counter before coming back with a gas mask. As Tyler watched, he attached a heavy length of corrugated tubing. Frank strapped it over Tylers head, which was when he realised that the lenses had been painted black and he was plunged into darkness.

"Now then, this is what happens if you don't behave." As he spoke, Bill put his hand over the end of the tubing. Tyler soon found that he couldn't draw in any air and each attempt did little more than pull the rubber tighter against his skin. He struggled to breathe, getting more panicky until Bill moved his hand and he gasped at the sweet air.

"And this is what happens if you do behave." Bill put a ball of cotton wool that he had soaked in poppers into the intake tube. Tyler smelled something acrid and felt his heartrate increase. As Bill poured more poppers on the cotton wool, Tyler's head was spinning and the blackness had occasional flashes of light as he started hallucinating.

"That's better isn't it? A happy, fucked-up ****. Right, go get his credit card, Frank. He's got something else to pay for now."