Alison wasn’t the biggest fan of retro nights at Tina’s. The club threw one once a month and it tended to switch around what exactly was retro but consistently it was the 70s or 80s and the whole night would be a ton of music from the era and college kids cosplaying as their parents when they were young. She had one dress in her closet reserved for this night a month because Brooke absolutely loved retro night, although Allison could not fathom why. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. She wore a patterned green and white minidress, not as psychedelic as she usually saw in the club but enough to pass off as a more retro style dress. She was convinced her mom didn’t wear anything like this when she was younger, but Brooke had picked it out thrifting and Allison had conceded it was decent enough despite it being much…louder than she preferred. 

At least it wasn’t the most outlandish thing she would probably see tonight. Completing the outfit were a pair of white gogo style boots. Knee high, short heels, these Alison could definitely see her mom wearing given her penchant for leather footwear and that seemingly had been passed down to Alison as well with her own love for boots. The feeling of her legs sheathed in boots was very comforting to her as she took a deep breath and headed out to meet Brooke. Maybe she would eventually meet a guy at one of these. 

An hour later Alison found herself on her way to the bathroom with Brooke, who wore a black and white striped short sleeve dress and black knee high gogo boots, having spent some time out on the dance floor. Someone had bought them both drinks but they’d gotten a weird feeling from him and had eventually moved off but now nature called and they were threading their way through the stream of people coming and going down the hallway to the bathrooms. Right as Alison turned to talk to Brooke about something, someone bumped into her pretty hard causing Alison to fall backwards. Right behind her was the emergency exit door, which she collided with and popped it open, sending her tumbling into a hallway on her butt. “Oh my god Alison!” Brooke followed her through the door to help her friend, who had stumbled several steps before falling over. 

“Brooke the door-”

Brooke had followed only thinking about Alison, but the door was one that automatically closed and behind her it closed with a click that sounded very loud to the two girls. Brooke grabbed the handle and tugged but it didn’t budge. “It’s locked.” She said glumly. 

Standing up and brushing off her dress, Alison looked around. “Where exactly are we? It said emergency exit but it just led to another part of the building?” 

The girls found themselves in a well lit corridor. The emergency exit must’ve been soundproofed, as the music from the club and even the people who were probably talking in the hallway were impossible to hear. “I don’t think we’re supposed to be here.” Brooke said in a small voice. 

They walked towards one end of the hall that seemed to be a T junction. All the doors along the hallway were locked so they had no choice but to keep going until they stood at the junction and looked both ways. Neither seemed to lead anywhere. Brooke opened her mouth to ask what Alison wanted to do when one of the doors down the left side of the hall opened up and a man walked out into the hallway. He was tall, solidly built, and held a leash in his hand that led to the second figure that walked into the hallway behind him. 

The second figure was a girl, naked except for white gogo boots that looked alarmingly similar to the pair on Alison’s feet and a leather hood that had no openings except for two small holes for her nose to breathe. Her arms were bound behind her back at the wrists and elbows and her knees were bound to force her to walk in short, stumbling steps. Alison and Brooke both froze as the pair turned away from them and headed down to the end of the hall. Then another man exited and turned towards the pair, freezing for a moment before drawing a gun from his waistband. “Freeze!” He barked. “Hands where I can see them!” 

With nowhere to run and no chance to make it to the end of the hall before he would plug them, both girls slowly raised their hands trembling in fear at what was potentially in store for them after what they had just seen. “I’ve got this.” He told the man holding the leash who had turned around. “Go store her away and come back.” 

The two girls didn’t get a chance to see where the other captive had gone as they were instructed to face the wall and press their nose against it. Brooke was near tears and Alison was doing her best to hold back tears as well. She trembled as she heard the man walk up behind them and yelped as he seized her wrists and wrenched them behind her back. Rope was wrapped around her wrists, quickly binding them with a few turns and a couple of cinches. “Please, we won’t tell anyone. We just got lost!” Brooke begged as her wrists were also bound behind her back. 

“A likely story.” The man grumbled as he tied their elbows. 

Alison winced as her shoulders were pulled back into the straining position. “We’re just here for Retro Night!” She protested. 

Their ankles were then loosely bound with about a foot of rope between them before he tied a rope around both their necks. “Come along girls.” 

“Please we didn’t see anything I promise!” Brooke pleaded as they were dragged towards the door. 

Despite the girls digging in their heels there was nothing they could do to stop themselves from being dragged inside. The choice was either choke from the noose around their necks or walk, and both relented and followed the man through the doorway into what seemed like a larger storage room but Alison realized it was likely some kind of interrogation room/prison cell with a large one way glass window taking up a wall. There was a table in the middle of the room, but it was ignored as he brought the girls over to one side of the room and attached their neck ropes to a winch. 

Finally sick of their begging, he went over to one wall with a large shelf containing a multitude of bondage supplies and returned with two ballgags. He gagged Brooke first, taking advantage of her tearful begging to jam the rubber ball into her mouth and buckle the straps under her hair. Seeing the second gag coming towards her, Alison clamped her mouth shut and shook her head until he grabbed her hair and pulled, causing her to open her mouth to cry out in pain. The cry was cut off instantly as the ballgag was shoved between her teeth and buckled at the back of her neck. “NMMMMMMPH!” The two girls sobbed behind the gags as the man stepped back before taking the winch controls and raising it, causing the girls to stand on their tiptoes to not choke as the ropes pulled tight. 

“Now we have a couple of options here. Water? Or Rope. Both are very good at getting snoops to talk.” He said as he walked over to the corner where a sink was and began filling a large basin with water. 

Meanwhile the second man entered the room and helped haul the basin full of water onto the table. Neither girl liked what it may be for. “Let’s see here, eenie meenie…” 

Alison was the one who was picked and her rope was removed from the winch. Her legs were unbound, but Alison didn’t have any time to even think about responding before her legs were spread wide and bound to the legs of the table. She looked down at the basin of water and trembled, not noticing the men had tied a long rope to her wrists and threw it over a pipe in the ceiling until they pulled down on it and her arms were wrenched up behind her. As her wrists were pulled higher and higher, the screaming in her shoulders eventually caused her to bend at the waist, bringing the surface of the water closer and closer to her face. “Here’s how it’s going to work.” The first man said as he looked at the two sobbing girls. “Until you tell us who sent you, you’re going to get less and less air.” 

To prove his point, he thumbed the winch controls and yanked on Alison’s rope at the same time, causing Alison’s face to plunge into the water and Brooke’s boots to lift off the ground from her rope. Alison screamed in panic, trying to raise her head but the other man put a hand on the back of her head and pressed her deeper into the basin of water. It was only five seconds before both were released but to the girls it felt like five minutes. Both girls were hyperventilating as they struggled to regain their breath. “We can play this all day.” The man said, the cruelty in his eyes obvious. “How long until you break?”

Ignoring two pairs of pleading eyes and gagged protests, he thumbed the control again.