Just a few more hours and my watch will send out my location to my friends. A special police unit will come pick me up, trained to work quietly and efficiently. To work secretly, so hopefully they will extract me before I’m killed by my captors. One can only hope, right? Fuck, yeah. And hey, I got one more name for my list. Boris Abramov is also working for the Organization. Russian mafia overlord. Not sure anyone can touch him, but the more we know, the better, right? I’ve been a good, patient bait. I’ve let them beat me up, starve me, manhandle me. I let that moronic asshole touch my dick to help me piss. I’ve put Layla in danger. I’m done. I’ve played my part, and I plan to get out of here, one way or another. Maybe then, after things quiet down, I could call Layla again. Hook up. Have more hot sex—and fuck, even in my sorry state I get hard at the thought of her.
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