14
Straight to Hell
“Wakey wakey, Booksy wooksy!”
The words were hushed, but loud enough to be heard. Unfortunately, my mind was too befuddled to comprehend. My eyes flashed open in time to see the shadow of a giant ass descending upon my face.
Fuck!
The side of my face was buried deep in the couch cushion, pinned beneath the unspeakable. I cursed up a muffled blue streak as I struggled to free myself. The only thing that prevented me from killing him was the fact that Jorge kept whispering for me to be quiet. This forced me to think about why, which calmed me just enough for rational thought.
Finally free, I cast about to get my bearings. The only light in the room was from the soft glow of electronic devices. A couch. A coffee table. A television. A big room. I’d fallen asleep in F
