7
Ryan
I’d been laying on the table in the basement for a long time. My table. We came down, all five of us, sometime in the afternoon, but I didn’t know if it was day or night anymore. The table was comfortable—much more comfortable than the metal one in the sub-basement of the police station. This one was similar in shape and size and was made of metal—but it was covered in leather with soft padding underneath and straps lining both sides so that I could be secured in a variety of positions.
I was n***d, but I wasn’t cold. I had actually stopped feeling much of anything quite a while ago. Everything except the exact places on my body where Travis was focusing his attention. The rest of my body felt like it was just part of the darkness around me.
When I was restrained and blindfolded
