WHAP! He slapped his face hard and the sting
brought Michael to a new level of sobriety.
He looked around the sparse room and noticed it was a basement, bathed
only by the soft, fluorescent glow from the street lamps streaming in the
small, street level windows. Even though
he was scared, and rightfully so, there was also something erotic for Michael
about being held against his will, punished for his wrongdoings, tormented by
this odd, Black couple like a naughty schoolboy.
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