We lay here, completely nude, bent more than a steel cage, my feet linked with the base right back corners, my hands tied away and toward the utmost effective front corners of the cage, my throat locked in a collar clipped to your cage, my body still aching through the previous hour. We saw my roomie and captor Bryan, from the part of my eye, when you look at the kitchen area preheating the range.
вЂњIs pizza good?вЂќ He asked me personally, just as if any control was had by me associated with the situation whatsoever.
вЂњYeah man,вЂќ I said, вЂњthanks.вЂќ
Bryan strolled up to me personally and went their fingers through my locks.Read More›