How could I have been so stupid as to not lock up behind me? Okay, I’ve just never had to before. I have never had any uninvited visitors, and the police don’t even know I exist. So what the f**k is up? But then with a completely involuntary shudder I belatedly realize it sure wasn’t the police who’d captured me. Since when do the cops use drugged needles and have holding cells like this? But then…if it wasn’t the police…who could have possibly found me out?
Suddenly that heavy iron door slams open with a reverberating clang! And of course my question is quickly answered as two terrifyingly beautiful women proceed to enter my cell. First of course is my former beautifully helpless little captive Dakota. But then follows the enormous giant that I’d glimpsed only briefly as she captured me.
