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 c**k 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
