We lay there, fully nude, bent more than a steel cage, my feet associated with the base straight straight back corners, my hands tied away and toward the very best front corners of this cage, my throat locked in a collar clipped towards the cage, my entire body nevertheless aching through the hour that is past. We saw my captor and roommate Bryan, from the part of my attention, into the kitchen area preheating the range.
“Is pizza good?” He asked me personally, just as if any control was had by me regarding the situation whatsoever.
“Yeah man,” I said, “thanks.”