Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. I don’t know why - I just sort of started counting the loud t
Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock. I don’t know why - I just sort of started counting the loud ticks of the clock. I don’t know how long I’ve been counting that - Tick-tock, tick-tock. It’s more real somehow than the actual being here. Am I really awake? I sort of woke up. My head was throbbing. The only reality was that my hands were behind my back. Tied so tight that my awareness of them was that I couldn’t feel them. That’s almost funny. Then aware of my dry mouth and trying to open my mouth. Only then I became aware of the gag - the pressure over my mouth; the balled-up softness drying my mouth as it absorbed the drool.My body balled up and trussed up. Oh shit. Now I want to stretch - open out my tied body, but the bastards have balled me up and trussed me up. They must have broke O’Hanlan’s cover, and we never found even any blood, any remains of the poor guy. There are rumours of course - what they do to you, how their boss has “fun” with you before they make you talk.And to think I volunteered. -- source link
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