You cringe, seeing Charles lean in towards you, a sneer on his face. He's going to do something very bad to you and you just know it. And there's nothing you can do about it ... not tied to this chair.
And then, suddenly, the door opens and Charles leans back and walks to the side of the room. In walks Mitch and Enrique, all cheery and shit. Boy, would you love to wipe those smiles off their faggy faces. But, again, tied to this chair, you can do nothing.
While Enrique is busy setting up some sort of electronics, his boyfriend Mitch walks behind you and places his hands on your shoulders.
"Get away from me, you homo," you snap at him.
"Oh, we certainly must do something about that attitude of yours. But all in good time." He pauses, then walks around your chair to the front so you can see him. He smiles, then says "Oh, your makeover is going to be so great. You may not even recognize yourself after it's all done. Isn't that right, honey?" he asks Enrique over his shoulder.
"Oh, definitely, boo," Enrique says, with a grin.
Mitch turns back to you and says "Yeah, I know it's such a stereotype. But we really are very good at doing makeovers. You'll see, love."
More than anything, you want to get out of here and away from these two faggots. But you know that if you try to make a move, any move to try to escape, Charles (who's standing to the side of the room, his arms crossed, looking like he could rip your arms off, if he desired it) would stop you. You look away from Charles and back at the two fags. What are they up to? And what kind of makeover were they talking about? What's all that electronic stuff?