Chapter Seven
First Use
Mike’s heart pounded in his chest.
As though it was his first time on the football field. As though he was waiting for his father’s belt after breaking that window. As though it was the first time that he had f****d Elise in that darkened alley.
But, it was none of those!
Before, it was an experience that he could not have even imagined of just weeks before.
Now, it was not just possible, it was all there was. The voices that he could discern through the tight hood, the prickling of his shaved scalp against the latex, the steel at his wrists and the collar that held him in position.
The voices became more distinct.
Female voices to which he gave faces in his imagination as their casual conversation swirled around him.
The footsteps, as they moved…
Four…?
