Abdul tied Germy to a sturdy chair in his lounge room using strips of PVC to restrain his arms and legs to the chair. Germy scanned the room cautiously. Abdul’s abode was in the shape of a pyramid and devoid of windows. Arabic inscriptions covered the walls. Apart from the chair Germy was tied in, the only other furniture was a table that held a television with in-built video recorder and a hat stand featuring numerous identical headdresses. The rest of the room abounded with ornaments of a mondo-bizarro sexual nature. Abdul went over to the video and pressed play. The video playing was one that Germy had never seen. He wanted to know what this video was called but could not speak on account of the ball gag jammed in his mouth. “It’s called Star Fleet Pagan Ritual,” said Abdul. Was Abdul telepathic? thought Germy. “It’s a favourite of mine,” continued Abdul. “In this episode, the Claymore has been disabled and Ensign Hot Karl has been captured by the Bryan Adams fan club and is being held in a disused Ticketmaster outlet, being forced to listen to ‘18 Til I Die’ repeatedly. Of course, Captain Collyer rescues him, engages in denim sex with the leader of the fan club, and bops to ‘The Only Thing That Looks Good On Me Is You.’” Germy nodded vigorously. He liked Bryan Adams. “You know,” said Abdul rubbing his crotch, “I’m going to break you like the hymen of an osteoporosis ridden virgin.”
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