I try to focus. Who’s doing this to me? Where am I? Able to see my surroundings clearly for the first time, I realise I’m in a massive empty warehouse. There’s some old broken-looking machines pushed back against the walls that look like giant sewing machines. The floor is bare, and all there is near me is a brown leather sofa. I can see the workboots of the man who’s been tormenting me, but nothing else. I can’t turn my head to see any more than just his feet and ankles. “Are you letting me go?” I ask, hoping that this ordeal can be over soon. His silence angers me. I decide to try and rile him up. “Are you too fucking timid to walk where I can see you? Do you have to kidnap and tie women up to get your end away? You’re pathetic.” He shuffles his feet and for the first time he speaks. “I’m not doing this to get my end away. I haven’t tried to pleasure myself in any way. This is all about you.” And with that, he’s gone, clomping away to the door at the far side of the room, which I can’t quite see.
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