Kyle woke up in a haze, uncomfortable and clueless. Sheer dismay, dread and an uncontrollable panic filled his stomach when he fully came to his senses. He could not move nor speak. The young man had no idea where he was or how he got into this position.
Th room was dimly lit and intentionally set to a low temperature. The walls were covered with charcoal black foam to create a soundproof environment. One single item was placed in it and that was Kyles chair. A portable massage chair screwed to the floor and accessorized with six adjustable straps. The first pair on the lowest point to the chair tightly held each one of his calves of either side of the furniture. The second pair was used to pin down his wrists opposite his torso. The main strap was tightly buckled around his mid-section, ultimately restricting any movement on his part. His face was resting in the cradle looking down towards the floor with the final strap securing the back of his head.
Kyle was in an agitated state and was effortlessly trying to move. His stark naked, defenseless body was covered with goosebumps. Following useless efforts to break free, he stayed still and silently cried waiting for his end.
A freezing chill coursed through his body when he finally heard someone enter the room.
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Short StoryIn and out he kept going, for what seemed to be unending. He came inside Sasha. Not long after, he stood, looked at her one last time and turned on his heels to go back home.
