Not forever

The warm concrete on my bare feet. The sound of parking lot traffic in the distance. The gentle breeze flowing around my legs and arms and everywhere else... I couldn't have felt more indecent and exposed even though all anyone could see was a white bed sheet hanging from a long bar with my head and feet showing. I have never known humiliation like this. I noticed multiple people 100 yards away look at me and stare before continuing to or from their cars.

My face said the whole story when I cringed as overwhelming feelings of intoxication enveloped my whole being. Spine tingling. Electrifying even. I feel such intoxicating mix of feelings of shame and rage, terror and arousal, determination and despair. I am still in shock from what my friends did to me and I could tell a few of them seemed to feel like things where going way too far but chimed in anyway. My mind went from the gentle breeze blowing my sheet as I stand there holding this fucking bar and can't do anything about it without dropping it. Dear god! I'm sure someone looked right at me when the wind picked up and exposed me to the whole parking lot. The wind was torturing me with sheer humiliation. My only options are to hold and endure the embarrassment or drop the bar and loose it completely, either way my left ankle wasn't going anywhere cuffed to a chain to the lamp post. So, I couldn't go anywhere. I was so fucked.

My mind is drawn to the sounds of my friends now in the Burrito shack sat next to the front window, looking out at me and laughing at my **** circumstances. As I struggle with this bar with weight on it at the complete mercy of the wind, I hear my friends in the restaurant talking to some waitstaff. I hear laughter from women from the restaurant both friends and waitstaff. I hear bits and pieces of of the women telling their waitress about the journal. I hear the waitress and another customer comment on it in surprise and laughter. They seem to be telling their table's waitress about them finding my journal out loud so that even other customers would overhear as they laughed.

I don't know how much of the story they told others in the restaurant but I only heard a bunch of commotion over ordering food etc. I was very visible from the front window and can assume that before too long, everyone in the restaurant will know what I am wearing behind this rediculous white bed sheet/ weighted long bar. Oh shit! I just thought. They had already seen everything a moment earlier when the wind picked up. Everyone probably already knows everything... My mind focused on the one thing that I could control. This damn bar. I couldn't hold it forever. My muscles where burning but I had absolutely no options.

After an eternity which was around 20 minutes, I begin to shake off and on uncontroleably. I gasp audibly as I say, "Guys!?" The women in the group instantly respond to the signal that I am tiring out and quickly leave the restaurant walking towards me. Their faces are glowing as they blissfully watch me struggle and shake. My face is crimson red with shame and theirs is blushingly glowing as they laugh at my situation.

Holly takes out a cigarette to smoke as they arrive at the vehicles behind me. The playful ecstatic atmosphere of the group was still in full ****. They taunt me about telling strangers about the journal and more. They taunt me about when they guess I'll drop the weight. They taunt me about being chained to the lamp post with nothing I can do about it. "Guys I really can't keep holding this up." I exclaim. The joke is over. Get me out of this! I know they won't really let me just hang out here after dropping the bar, otherwise, why would Felisha use the headset and tell me to let them know when I'm tiring out? Why else would they leave the restaurant and come back once I called for them? "Guys? Guys! Guys... A shiver runs up my bare spine when I hear only silence. No one is saying a thing. Guys you have to unlock me, we are lucky the police haven't showed up yet! Another silence. The group had me unnerved by this lack of response to my plea.

Suddenly, a spontaneous burst of laughter from all of them erupt. They laughed as if to say, "He really thinks we are going to help him?"

I hear comments like, "He likes it." or something to that effect. They get into the two vehicles and start the engines. My heart stops as my eyes widen. My naked body still out in the open struggling to hold this up with everything that I have. Holly comes up behind me as I feel a blindfold being slipped over my eyes and fastened. " I almost forgot this." She says sadistically as I hear the car door shut and both vehicles drive away with sounds of laughter the hole time.

I see nothing but black but feel everything. The terror surging through my body is captivating as I hear the vehicles drive away.