Chapter 26
Matt woke to darkness.
He lay on the floor of the closet in Kyle’s spare bedroom. The cloying stench of mothballs that had threatened to choke him hours before, when Jordan first dumped him into the tiny space, now barely registered to Matt’s dulled senses. Through the thin walls he could hear the murmur of the television, and Jordan’s throaty laugh.
Matt had no concept of time—how long had his arms been bound behind his back? Or his shorts tugged down just enough to let his genitals hang out, the carpet scratchy against his bare ass and damp beneath the tip of his weeping d**k? His T-shirt had been rucked up, the bottom hem pulled back over his head and tucked behind his neck to expose his chest; the half-dressed state he was in made everything seem so…so dirty, for some r
