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Things had been going well. For the first time in his life he felt like he was somebody. He was a somebody. He made the second team chess at school and in his mind he was the leader of the second team. He was the big daddy. So how could this be happening. He thought this as he sat naked in his living room tied with extention cord around his ankles and twisting around to his body and down his arms where it ended in a burning knot around his wrists.
I am so ashamed. What will everybody think? Maybe I can tell them that I wasn't really naked. Yeah, I had on my underwear I wasn't naked all the way I mean he didn't see my dick or anything. And the extention cord burns well that was from a fall I took down the stairs one night I burnt them on the carpet I just wasn't thinking and inadvertantly fell down the steps. That's all.
He was scared. Was this guy gonna make him have anal sex?
Oh god! Please god let him come to his senses and realize I am on his side. I am one of his.
Breathing started to become difficult. He thought he was hyperventilating and this worried him because he didn't want to lose his faculties just in case he got loose and needed to fight his way out. The breathing became heavier and he felt flush in his head like the split second before one falls asleep, but the fear he could not get past the fear and this kept him conscious enough. He heard pots and pans in the kitchen. He's making food, the guy who stripped him at knife point and tied him up naked sitting Indian style on the living room floor of the very house in which his father had bought not a year ago, the mother fucker is making food. Is he not worried that someone will come home and see this pychotic episode and expose it for what it was:
a rope burn from falling down the steps inadvertently and not thinking.
The noise from the kitchen stopped and he heard footsteps towards him. The man stopped. "Do you have hope?"
Please I promise I won't tell anyone if you let me go please! Tears welled in his eyes and his lips twittered, the muscles in his face circling like a cat finding a spot to settle except his lips wanted to join with the rest of his face in unfettered crying and in his heart he wanted his mommy. "I hold every bit of your hope right now. You may be hoping that I don't tear your ass up right now and you may be right. If I decide to let you go then you are right. But I could also go at you so goddamn hard that you wish you was dead and that you never even tasted what it was like to live in this shitty world." The man laughed and the only way to explain the intonation was to think of the way a gutted nazi must have felt towards the end of the war as he pulled the switch in the gas chamber for one of the last times.