Raymond and Violet are bored. This technology retreat is really taking its toll. They’ve already played the hell out of every card game they know, they can’t look up new ones, and they can’t seem to come up with something both are interested in.

“Fabulous idea with the techno retreat, Ray,” Violet says sarcastically as she lays on the floor, “Just outstanding use of your brain power.”

“Look,” Raymond says gently nudging her with his foot, “We need to prove a point. We’re able bodied adults who can go a week without technology. So just quit your bickering. It’s only been a day.”

“Why can’t you be like everyone else and not give a damn about what people say?”

“Why can’t you be like other twenty year olds and not bitch about not having a screen in your hands.”

“Ok, boomer.”

“Ironically, at this point, that phrase is for boomers.”

“Yippee. Tell me more about things I don’t care about after you figure out something for us to do. I can’t believe you talked me into this morality bs.”

“I didn’t talk you into anything. I said, ‘I’m taking a break from techno stuff and going to my grandma’s old place for the week. Wanna come? If not, it’s cool.’ And you said, ‘Sure. Beats doing nothing around here.’ Ring a bell?”

“I thought you were talking about music, dick.”

“Well, that’s your fault, dumbass. Now you’re stuck. So might as well make the most of it. So what do you wanna do?”

“For the billionth time, I don’t know. Quit making lame suggestions. Maybe then we’ll finally do something.”

They take a moment to brainstorm. Violet gets more frustrated as time goes on. Raymond, on the other hand, is taking time to flesh out his ideas. After twenty minutes of deafening silence, Violet gets an idea.

“You know what? How about we just play ‘Dare’?

“What about truth?” Raymond questions,

“Truth’s for pussies. You in or out?”

“You know what? Sure. Beats doing nothing around here.”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“Is that my dare? Do I do it right now?”

Raymond starts unbuttoning his pants until Violet taps his leg as they share a chuckle.

“No and no, you perv,” Violet responds, “We can’t do a dare in here. There’s nothing fun to make you do here.”

Raymond scoffs before saying,

“Yeah, alright. Let’s go.”

They gather their belongings before heading out. They walk down the street before reaching a plaza.

“Ok,” Violet starts, “I dare you ... to act like an obnoxious vegan in that convenience store in there.”

“I refuse,” Raymond responds,

“Nope. It’s the first round. You either do it or get jumped by everyone when we get back.”

“I thought that only applies to everyone playing the game in the moment.”

“Nope. Now choose.”

“Ugh, fine.”

Raymond reluctantly walks towards the store until Violet shoves him to it. When he enters inside of it, he takes a breath, preparing for the upcoming embarrassment. He looks around, trying to see what he can do. He then sees someone eating a hotdog. He walks over to them before saying,

“I can’t believe you.”

“Excuse me?” the person responds,

“You’re just the absolutely terrible! That was once a living, breathing being. And you’re just gonna partake in the act of killing it? Disgusting. Shameful! You are the most unkind!”

Raymond’s disappointed in himself. Not only is he doing something like this, but he sucks at doing it. The man swallows his mouthful before saying,

“Ok. You done?”

He needs to get Violet back for this. But how? He takes a moment to form something. Then it hits him.

“Alright,” he whispers, “Look behind me, but be discrete about it.”

The man complies.

“There should be a girl right in front of the store,” Raymond continues, “What’s she doing?”

“Uh, kinda laughing her ass off.”

“Ok, I’m gonna level with ya, this was a dare. I’m not actually a vegan.”

“Woah, really? No way. And you did such a convincing job. I mean, ‘You’re just the absolutely terrible’ is just peak performance.”

“Alright, do you wanna give me shit for it or do you wanna make 200 bucks?”

The man is astonished.

“Seriously?” he questions,

“Completely,” Raymond responds,

“Ok, I’m listening.”

Some time passes and Violet looks on as Raymond goes back and forth with the poor stranger. And she’s loving every second of it.

“Damn, I wish I could use my phone to record this,” she says between breaths.

She then sees the man push Raymond before Raymond knocks the hotdog out of his hand. The man gives Raymond another shove before Raymond storms out of the store. He grabs Violet’s arm and storms out in a false fit of rage.

“There, I did it, asshole,” Raymond says with a smirk, stopping as they gain quite the distance from the store,

“And I’m thoroughly entertained,” Violet replies, “Good job.”

“Now I believe it’s my turn.”

“Go ahead, bitch. Whatcha got?”

He points at the guy who’s walking the opposite way from them before saying,

“I dare you to seduce that guy.”

Violet’s stunned. She didn’t expect him to suggest something this drastic. But not one to turn down a challenge, she scoffs and says,

“That’s it? Wow, you suck at this game, dude.”

She makes her way over to the guy who’s about to step into his car.

“Hey,” she starts in a sympathetic tone,

“Listen, I don’t care about the damn hotdog, alright?” the guy snaps back,

“No, it’s nothing like that. I just saw what went down and wanted to see how you’re doing.”

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I’m not usually like this. Uh, thanks. I’m doing alright.”

“Just aright?” She puts her hands behind her back and sways from side to side before saying,

“Cause I can make your day a bit better than that.”

The guy puts his hands in his pockets before walking up to Violet,

“Oh, really?” he says, “And how do you plan to do that?”

“Oh, a girl has her ways.”

She inches closer to him, dimming her eyes in the process. The man does the same. They inch closer and closer to each other. But before they make contact with each other, the man pulls a bag out of his pocket and drapes it over Violet’s head. Before she can realize what’s happening, she’s brought to the back of the car. Her hands are then restricted to her back with handcuffs, preventing her from escaping. She hears the door close and soon hears the driver door open and shut before the car starts and drives off.

Violet’s scared for her life. She feels so helpless as multiple thoughts cloud her head,

‘What’s happening? Why’s this happening? What’s gonna happen to me? Someone help me. Tell me someone saw what happened.’

It isn’t long before she feels the car come to a stop. She hears the guy open and shut the door before getting her out of the car and practically dragging her somewhere.

“Please, just let me go,” she begs through the bag, “I won’t tell anyone about this. I swear.”

“Tell me,” she hears the man say as he opens a door, “Has that offer ever worked? Seriously, what do you think I’m gonna do after hearing that from someone who will say and do anything to be let go? Yeah. I’m just gonna suddenly realize that you don’t want this and just let you go on your merry way. No. That’s not how this works.”

“Ok, ok. Would you please tell me what you’re gonna do? At least give me that.”

He pushes her onto what feels like a mattress, causing her to suddenly regret asking her question.

“See,” he starts, “That’s a question I can answer. You see, that friend of yours didn’t exactly like that dare that you put him through. So he brought it upon himself to ensure that you learn an important lesson about it. And let me tell ya, this is an expensive lesson.”

‘Raymond, you son of a bitch!’ Violet thinks to herself, ‘You better hope and pray he kills me. Because if I make it out of this, you’ll beg me to kill you.’

The man then rips the bag off of her head, revealing a pissed off handcuffed woman.

“Cranky, aren’t we?” the man questions,

“Fuck you,” Violet responds, standing up and turning around, “Get me out of these before I use your neck to do it myself.”

The man places his palm on the back of her head and forces her back onto the mattress. She tries to fight back, kicking wildly in hopes to land on any part of him until he plants her legs in place with his own.

She tries wiggling out of his grasp, but he leans down onto her, locking her in place. He then reaches below her, grabbing onto her breasts, groping and fondling them.