Chapter 9

 

Stats:

10 – days held captive by a killer

9 – days in shithole motel

7 – times I pissed my captor off

5 – times a gun was pointed at me

12 – times his cock was in me in some way

7 – number of orgasms (fucker stopped 5 others)

2 – escape attempts (discontinued after day 3)

11 – times his hands were around my neck (4 orgasms obtained, seemed I liked a little breath play)

19 – number of times I ate fast food. Always good, but I was ready to be done with it for a while.

24 – visible weapons of assortment

1 – pair of clean underwear left

428 – times I was pissed at myself for being physically attracted to the psycho

 

“Here,” Six said as he walked through the door, following another of his disappearances, and threw an envelope at me.

For the past eight days he’d left for hours each day. Usually he came back with food of some sort. I had no idea where he went or what he did, but I’d fallen victim to the strange routine.

The morning began with him already awake an