I'd really like to hear what you think about this story. So please leave a comment or send me a PM! Cruel Colt I stopped my car right in front of the big gate and stepped out of it. I walked towards the gate and looked at the big country house at the end of the driveway. I didn't know what to expect. Maybe they would be nice and friendly but I doubted it. They would probably treat me just as they always do at the society. I found the intercom and pressed the button. Naturally it was Colt who answered it and said I could come in. When I reached the house, I parked my car and walked to the front door. I noticed the door was ajar. I pushed it a little further and peeked inside. "Hello? Anybody there? Colt? Hello!" "Yes! Here, we're upstairs, you can come!" It wasn't Colt that responded but Peter. The hall was huge and well decorated. There was a reindeer hide and some black-and-white photographs on the wall. The wealth made only a little impression on me. My parents where also pretty rich. When I opened the door of the room where the sound came from I saw them both, Colt and Peter. Both best friends of each other, but I hated their guts. "Alan-boy, how do you feel today?!", Colt asked me with a nasty smile. "Fine, and you?", I replied his greeting friendly. "Always in a good mood, take a seat." I took a chair and waited. "So, you're here to make things right, am I correct?", Colt asked me. "Yeah, that's right." "That's vital." It was only a couple of days ago when I made a terrible but forgiveable mistake. At the golfclub I go to was a party and at that party I accidentaly dropped a glass of beer over Colt's head. He was mad as hell and tried to beat me. As I didn't want to get hit in front of all the members I stopped him and asked him how I could make amends to him for it. He and his friend told me to come over. "So, how can I make it up with you?", I asked Colt. "We've got an idea actually. You can make some money for us." "Well, how? Can't I just give some money and forget about it?" "Do I look like I need money? It's you making us earn money that makes it fun." "What should I do? Sell your home-made cookies?" They clearly didn't think that was funny. "Make a porn movie." I was shocked by this answer. "Uh, well, no I won't do that." "You will, or should we really make your life horrible? We don't want to do that, do we Peter?", Colt said. "No of course not. We can be friends, it's just this thing you should do. Maybe we won't even sell it, it's just that you have to do this to make it right with us.", Peter told me. "Really, I won't do this, think about something else." "Ok, fine, we will do something else.", Colt said. He stood up, walked towards me, grabbed my hair and punched me in the face. One time, another time, three times on my nose. I tried to stop him but couldn't possibly, he was much stronger and muscular than me. I thought he would stop hitting me now, but he didn't. He kicked me in my stomach and thumped me on my back with his elbow. He grabbed my hair again and pulled my head back. I felt something cold against my throat, it was a knife that Peter had in his hands. "So, you're really sure that you want this, instead of making a naughty movie?", Peter asked me. "Ok, ok. I'll do it, tell me, what's it like."