Chapter Three
I had a lot of trouble falling asleep. With no blankets or even a pillow it was difficult, but with only the hardwood floor there was absolutely no possible comfort. Besides all those things, my mind was racing a thousand miles an hour. A day or so ago I was living in a one roomer in Albany, New York, wondering what I would do with the rest of my life. And in that short length of time I submitted myself to a dominatrix, got locked in a wooden box and ended up who knows where as the s*x slave of some perverted faggot. Wow! What else could possibly happen?
As I lay there I decided that I would eventually find a way to escape. There was no way I would do this for the rest of my life. I was not going to be his f**k toy. I would do what I had to in order to survive, but my time
