Tim The Teenage MCPart XVI 7 Escape to Witch Mountain
The next thing I knew, I was lying on a bed without a stitch of clothes and sore cock. My brain felt sluggish, and I had this strange taste in my mouth, but I managed to say "fuck-n-shit-to-hell" a few times before sitting up and taking in my cell. Cell... Shit. So it wasn't a cell, but just because there weren't any bars on the windows and shit didn't make it any less of a prison. I was actually back in my room, alone. Not surprisingly, the link with Nathan was gone, and I couldn't...