The Captive
For minutes on end, my mouth is widely open in agape; hot tears streaming down my cheeks.
It is a picture of Dan in a motel, laid out and wasted on a sofa, seemingly very high with about four to five ladies sprawled out, moving their fingers in a serpentine motion all over his chest, probably all the way to his crotch whilst two ladies are peppering his face with his kisses, and caresses. He looks very ecstatic, obviously, he's having the time of his life.
My phone vibrates again, and it's a video that comes in next from my friend. I still have the courage to click on the video, even after my heart has been long shredded.