She stepped into the dim hallway, frowning. He never let the house get dark. She wandered into the living room. The first thing she noticed was the dr...wn curtains and overhead lights. The second thing she noticed was the body.Her husband lay curled into a ball on the floor by the low oak coffee table. His face was distorted into an expression of pure pain. She staggered backwards, reaching out a hand towards the white leather sofa for support. It creaked under her weight and settled. Shaking. She waited for a response from him, but he remained quiet, his eyes closed. She almost wondered if he had fallen asleep, but then he spoke slowly. ‘I don’t know how long I’ve been here… I woke up here same as you just did. Where here is… I have no clue. I hear things sometimes, noises and voices, but I can never make them out.’ He paused, drawing a ragged breath into his lungs. ‘And as for what happened to him…’ The door opened then, throwing painfully white light into the dingy room. Her eyes. Whatever else happens would be a bonus for all, but mainly it was their fantasy to see this one thing happen. I took the bait and we made arrangements for me to meet them late one night when she was off.I arrived at their small home and found out that they had a k** who was asleep down the hall so I needed to keep quiet. I only got to meet Tom at first as she was lying down in the bedroom. Tom offered me a beer and we sat on the couch for a little bit waiting for Jenna, his stripper wife, to. She took a moment to open the lock, her hand shaky. Once inside, she pointed in the general direction of the hall towards the back of the house. "Spare roooom down there. Take it." Thank you, Captain. We won't be a burden." Nooo burden, Majooor." Without looking at them, she walked slowly towards the kitchen. "Hungry, Majooor?" Yes, actually..." Fine. I'll make paaastaaa."Kieu-Linh went ahead of him and they stepped into the bedroom which was orderly and looked like it hadn't been used in quite.