..My head hit the floor when I was dropped; black. I don't know how long I was out or where I'm waking up, all I know is my head hurts and I want to g...t up ... I can't ... Panic hits me as I notice I am tied up in a basement with no windows and only one really large door. The door opens and you walk in. You are wearing all black; your face is covered by a ski mask and a bandana so I can't see it. You stand behind me as I lay on the cold stone table and you wrap a blindfold around my eyes. I. "So, what does all this have to do with Malcolm?" I asked nonchalantly, even as my head was spinning, and my mind was screaming for more."I'm coming to that part now," she said, slightly annoyed. "Malcolm Jones is a retired cook who used to work at the hospital with mom. They aren't really friends, more like just former coworkers, or maybe you could call them acquaintances. He is also our next door neighbor. It's not all that unusual, as lots of the people living in these townhouses work at. Aur yah sab to mene apni saheliyo ke sath bluefilms dekh kar hi sikha he, sali vo videshi ladkiya kese apni chut aur gand me lund lekar tisra muh me liye chusati rahti he, aur ek film me to chut me do-2 lund ghusate dikhaya gaya tha, uski es tarah bebak bachit se mera lund phir garma gaya, to vah bhi yah bat tad gayi aur usne tatkal lund ko muh me lekar chusana shuru kar diya, jab mene kaha ki tu muzpar etni meharban kyo hue to vah boli ki eske bhi do karan he, pahla to yah ki bahar muh markar. Along with her promotion, she was given a week’s vacation, while her new office was prepared for her. After her night out on the town, she took the same route home that she always did. She also came home, as she always did, alone. This was not entirely her choice, but she had yet to meet that one that she truly felt comfortable with. As she left the subway station, lost in a happy fog of vindication and liquor, she felt an arm drape across her shoulders. Coming back to the present with a start,.