You wake, it is dark. No it’s a blind fold, as you try to remove it you realise your wrists are secured in handcuffs. “No you don’t Missy” a gruff voice bellows. “So you are awake now” “What are you doing to me” you reply “You are trespassing on my land, you broke into my shack and drank my liquour” “ There was a thunder storm I needed somewhere to shelter” “Not in my shack you don’t” He grabs you arms and pulls you up from the arm chair “Stop” “Too late” he growls. He drags you across the shack. His skin is like cheese grates on you bare arms. “Where’s my boots” “You don’t need those”… 阅读更多内容