He was pretty sure he remembered everything. The last couple hours seemed to have passed by in a fog, but he knew this was not the kidnapping he thought it was. He must have the worst case of Stockholm’s to not only think that his captor was extremely hot, but also that this was something that was actually good for him. He had ugh…shared his feelings. Plus, Axle felt for the first time in his life that he might have been removed from a bad situation. A situation that he should have controlled and taken ownership of, but in the end, the things he had done to survive had towed him into a dark abyss. Sitting up, Axle scrubbed a hand over his face. trying to get reoriented. A sloshing sound right in front of him had Axle sitting back to see a mug thrust into his face. “Thank you,” Axle mumbled, taking the mug from Foster who nodded and walked away. Axle brought the mug to his lips, and the cool liquid made a path down his parched throat.
