I guessed that torturing me this badly had not been a part of the agreement. Agreement with whom? I was almost sure about the person in question but I...still could not understand the reason.I could see that Hanna had already fallen asleep. The happenings during the day had taken their toll with her. I hoped that she'd have a good night's sleep as tomorrow would probably be hard on her as well.Something was about to change. I was taken out of my basement dungeon for the first time. I was stiff. The trust fund was cancelled and a lump sum reverted to me when I was 20. I was going to have to make some decisions. It didn’t matter to me, though, as with other rich young people, I had always been rich and had no idea of the struggles of most other people. Mom still took care of everything, but all the former assets of the trust ended up in Ashley Meredith Quinn’s name, and it was pretty substantial. Without really thinking about it, I left Mom in charge of things. This all made an. What the fuck!! I suddenly felt waking up. My both hands were on my side. In spite of having a big cock, I had never been able to self-suck myself. Who was sucking my cock? Who had put some kind of lube on my stiff cock and masturbating it for me? I wanted to get up and see, but there was no need to get up. It was nobody else but Warren. We had decided that I shall lock the door from outside and get in through the window, instead of bolting the door from inside and waking up to open the door,. "This is not thepolice, this is not the swat team. These are mercenaries. Mercenarieswho are paid very well, and know the shit we do to people who cross us.There is no phone call."Anthony spoke, "That's kidnapping." My eyes darted to him. I mean acouple of thugs for a loan shark, probably protection rackets,definitely pandering... were calling me out on the incredulity of takethem against their will? Reality must be tough...I had no need to talk to them, I just want to see when fear truly.