Ben ran through corridor after corridor - his heart felt like it would burst from exhaustion. The sound of braying donkeys got fainter, and he discerned he was going up.
"Hey!" he heard a voice yell after him. "We've got one that hasn't changed! Get him!" His legs were jelly, he couldn't run any more. When he heard a click, and then a sharp pain in his neck. He grabbed it and felt a sharp metal dart there. Pulling it out, he kept running, when suddenly without warning the world got very dark, and he felt like he was falling…
He woke, looking at a white ceiling and red walls. Everywhere were beautiful sculptures and paintings. A crystal chandelier illuminated the room, and an open fire sent the shadows dancing on the walls. Blinking he sat up, and looked around the room and saw the man in the white suit.
"Good evening." Said the man, pleasantly. Ben got up slowly from the couch he had been on. "Careful now, you've had a nasty fall."
"Where am I?" said Ben in a small voice.
"You are in my private chambers above the club."
"What do you want with me?"
"Well, lad, you've found out our little money making scheme. You saw your fellow clubbers change into glorious Jack Asses tonight."
Ben's mind flicked back to the agonized expressions of his two friends that had changed before his eyes.
"Where are my friends?"
"If you refer to the two young gentlemen you arrived with - I believe they will be a on a truck to a farm. They pay a lot for rampant young males to mate on farms now."
Ben felt sick, and scared. The Man in the white suit continued, never taking his eyes from Ben behind those dark glasses.
"But you have escaped. You are not a donkey, and are in very much the same shape you were when you arrived. The trouble is, Ben, I can't allow that to happen."
"How do you know my name?"
White Suit reached into his pocket and pulled out Ben's age ID card. Reaching round, Ben felt his back pocket - and his wallet was gone.