When a fraternity prank turned terrible, I found myself in a snowstorm on a back road somewhere about four hours from the frat house. Blindfolded, during the entire trip, I was lost and disoriented when we stopped to let me out. I had no idea where they left me. Worse yet, they didn’t tell me which way to walk to find the college town. The horizons were black, so I walked in the tracks in the direction we came.

After about an hour into my walk, a nice older man in a beat-up pickup stopped to invite me to stay at his place overnight. His drunken partner unnerved me with his unfriendly attitude toward me. I was grateful for a bed in the freezing house until I heard the lock click shut.

From that point, the routine was I work while they drank and plotted how to keep me working.

It took me a week to escape. I waited till the drunks made an alcohol run to escape in the truck bed under a tarp. During the course of my escape I met the love of my life who sheltered my brothers and me that night.

Although I was satisfied to leave my captors in the rearview mirror, my frat brothers had other ideas. To punish the captors for taking me, we took Miles for a ride the other way on the Thruway to the frat house I’d left days earlier.

It turned out to be Hell Night for my Pledge Class, and everyone decided Miles payback would be to spend the night as a Pledge. So he stripped naked and took his bare ass paddling like the other pledges then began a week of frat house chores.

When we dropped him back at the college town, he didn’t wait to execute his revenge. He followed me to Maggie’s place to smash all the windows in her car.

I wasn’t the only young person taken prisoner by these guys, but only the second to live to tell about it. The other was their daughter since neither knew which was her biological father. She ran away so often when she could; her dads paid a local junkie to keep her and maintain an addiction program that would keep her.

Then it happened, the drunks took Maggie to play the game with her. Just the thought caused me to tear up. I contacted the FBI as I didn’t trust any law enforcement beneath them. Miles, the brains of the two, proved he was, more depraved than when I knew him. Matt was murdered, so Miles left the farm to live as a fugitive. His wealth hid him, and he drove new cars and used apartments for his games.

I put Maggie in a rehab days after we rescued her to help her assimilate back into society and love me again. I assisted the girls in capturing Miles and again escorted him to the frat house. The house was closed down, so we left him in the basement to take his punishment like that he inflicted on college students.

After a few weeks of torturous treatment by the frat brothers, we dumped him in a local ghetto to eke out a living. His surprising return to the college town had hardly changed him. He was determined to exact revenge on me for all that went wrong in his life, and he knew to hurt me; all he had to do was capture, Maggie.

He also carried a gun for small robberies to stay alive, and with his police record, that crime was a drop in the bucket.

He had been arrested twice for rape, drugs and general unlawful behavior, but escaped both times and lived on the same farm with Matt after his escapes. His attack on the police force proved too much for him as he didn’t get off. With Matt dead, the tale of the two drunks on the little secluded farm ended.