Real Frat Hours

You see nothing but black. The stale stench of sweat and B.O. hangs in the air, your mouth is gagged and your hands are shackled behind the chair you reside in. Someone removes your blindfold. You're in a dimly lit basement and there are a row of guys to your right and a row of guys to your left, all gagged and shackled to chairs, just like you. The guy who took your blindfold off continues down the line, and two other guys stand in the middle of the room smirking. All three could easily be mistaken for pro-wrestling, football players.