Chapter Four
Naked Nightmare
Damn it to hell, my belly hurts!
I rolled over on my cot and opened my eyes. I was gazing at the ceiling of my cell.
Oh, no, it wasn’t just a nightmare. I’m still here. But it is! It is a waking nightmare.
My fingertips cautiously tested the painful crimson welts laced across my stomach. I tried to pull up my legs and discovered that short chain was locked to my ankle cuffs again. At least my cuffed wrists were free.
I glanced around. Casey’s bunk was still empty. Big d**k must really be giving him a horrific experience.
“UH!” I groaned as I stood up and staggered to the barred door. Gripping the cold steel bars, I pressed my face against them, tying to see as much of the corridor as possible. The cell across from mine was empty.
“Poor guys,” I mumble
