Try to compromise

The perv marches you up his driveway and around to the back yard of his house. It faces a wooded area and the lawn is all overgrown and full of weed that whip against your bare legs as you stumble through the grass. Your heart is pounding wildly. You're willing to put your stupid sister through a lot, but this is starting to get scary. You look back over your shoulder at him and are confronted with his evil smile.

"Look," you say. "You can, uh, we can...just forget about this. Okay? I'll, uh, I'll suck your cock."

He stops for a moment, as if he is considering your offer, but then he gives you another shove foreward.

"Inside," he says. "Your attempts to bribe me won't work."

He opens the back door of his house. It's cluttered, almost like one of those hoarder houses from TV. It smells all musty and all the blinds are closed. The perv marches you to a door in the kitchen, beside the sink full of plates and disgusting food residue. He opens the door and switches on the light and gives you another push, nearly sending you tumbling down the stairs.

"Please," you say.

"We'll figure it out," he says. "Maybe you're innocent."

He closes and locks the basement door behind you and with that awful clicking sound you realize you are trapped. The basement is big and open and partially finished. Harsh light strips illuminate a collection of exercise equipment, but it's the other things down in the basement that make you want to scream with terror. Manacles hang from the wall, there is a stocks and he even has a cage like a small prison cell. What have you gotten your sister into?

"What are you going to do?" you ask, your voice quivering.

He grabs you roughly by your hair and yanks, pushing you into a folding chair. He twists your arms behind your back and down, securing them to the legs of the chair so that your chest is thrust out and you're so far extended you have no strength. You kick your legs but in moments he expertly has them bound to the chair as well. He turns and walks over to a cabinet. When he returns he is holding a syringe.

"No...please...what are you doing?"

He swabs your arm and pinches the needle expertly into your vein.

"Just giving you a little something to put you in a better mood."

Pleasure floods Sue's body and immediately your fears fade away. A stupid smile is plastered on your face. You are aware of the danger, looking up at the perv, but whatever he has given you has stripped away all fear and replaced it with a warm, gauzy happy feeling.

"Hiiii," you slur. He pulls your eyelid up with his thumb and examines you closely. He smiles at you and strokes your hair. His fingertips feel like warm kisses brushing over your cheek.

"You want to be a good neighbor, don't you?" he asks. You nod profusely.

He leans down and unties your arms and legs. He walks over and switches on a video camera attached to a tripod. You smile stupidly at the camera.

"Good," he says. "Now we can get started with teaching you a lesson about being a good neighbor."