You and Derick decided to watch movies at his house after college to unwind. The afternoon sun filtered through his curtains, casting long shadows across the living room floor. You could hear distant traffic outside and smell the faint scent of popcorn from the kitchen.

However, the once pleasant day took a different turn when Derick suddenly stood up, his expression hardening in a way that made your stomach clench.

"Hey, bro, come here to my room, real quick!" he called, his voice lacking its usual friendliness. "I want to show you something!"

There wasn't "that" mischief in Derick's voice that usually preceded his painful pranks, so you hesitantly followed him down the hallway. The floorboards creaked under your feet, and your heart started beating faster with each step.

As you entered his bedroom, you heard the sharp click of the door locking behind you. Your throat went dry.

"Asshole!" Derick spat, a twisted smile spreading across his face as he advanced toward you.

He laughs coldly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. You already know what's coming—you've felt this dread before, but never this intense.

"Strip down to your underwear and get on your knees!" he ordered, his voice dropping to a menacing growl.

He's clearly impatient, his hands balled into fists at his sides. You can see the aggression in his eyes—the same look he gets before he really hurts you. You know from experience he'll hit you without hesitation if you try to negotiate or refuse his request.

What are you going to do?