ipso73: The light flooded into the crawlspace where I had been bound and locked for I don’t kn
ipso73: The light flooded into the crawlspace where I had been bound and locked for I don’t know how fucking long, and when my eyes finally focused, I saw one of my captors for the first time. He was young, maybe 23, a vision of hard masculinity in his dirty wifebeater and his armpit smelled of a good day at work. And right before he slammed the door shut again, he said, “this one looks ready for tonight’s party, but it smells like shit, so make sure he’s cleaned up before you chain it into the sling.” -- source link