Isle of DeliveranceChapter 3
Minter had spent the remainder of the night hanging in a truss on display from the main bedroom balcony, his tortured sleep fitful, and not made easy due to a weight suspended from his scrotum on a tight leather thong. The humidity and mosquitos did not help, and his sweating carcass was further tortured by the juvenile females who seemed to thrive on being up all night; he awoken with a start periodically, having been hit by an object thrown up by them. Half way into a disturbingly erotic...