We lay here, completely naked, bent over a metal cage, my feet associated with the base right right back corners, my hands tied away and toward the most notable front corners of this cage, my throat locked in a collar clipped towards the cage, my entire body still aching through the previous hour. We saw my roomie and captor Bryan, from the corner of my attention, into the home preheating the range.

“Is pizza good?” He asked me personally, as though I experienced any control of this situation whatsoever.

“Yeah man,” I said, “thanks.”

Bryan moved up to me personally and went their fingers through my locks. (more…)