First, something Dead Composer asked and I meant to put at the start of this story, the age of Bart and his friends. Bart and his friends are twenty two now and of legal age to drink.
As soon as Bart had spoken the words he thought better of it. Too late though. Fat Tony undid the ropes and grabbed him, pulling him close to his face before whispering fiercely.
Maybe a little punishment will change your mind.
He dragged Bart to another room and slammed the door behind them. The room was completely dark and Bart had no idea what was happening. He could still feel Fat Tony holding him and knew he had no way to escape.
Bart blinked when a light was suddenly switched on and he looked around, fear taking over him when he saw what was in the room. The room was long and thin with white walls and in front of him all he could see was a dark tunnel. He knew he couldnt go back and he couldnt get down the sides so the only way was through it.