I’ve never been on a high this intense before, and it’s almost terrifying. I try to remind myself that I’m just stoned out of my gourd, that we ...ever moved from the tiny enclosed space, but it’s not working very well anymore. ‘Imagine the breath that flows out of you is a stream of mist,’ he says, and I can see a silver liquid pouring out from his mouth as he speaks. I breathe out, and I can see my own stream flowing from me to mingle with his. ‘There we are,’ he says, his words causing ripples. Nothing could be further from the truth. Rather than fearing for my life, Mr. Walker saved my life. After our short meeting, my delusions, paranoia and clouded thinking cleared up. Recognizing it for the opportunity it was, I called my family back east. They welcomed me home—conditional on my consulting a new psychiatrist about my care. Despite my extensive history, he saw little evidence of my schizophrenia and suggested I may have originally been misdiagnosed.If it wasn’t for Phil Walker, I’d. He was fairly sober but she was off her face on something. They were regulars at the bar. All this sexy chat with them was getting me horny again and so was Zoe. We decided to see what was down in the dungeon.There were a couple of tables, swings, private rooms and a gloryhole down there. Zoe sat on one of the frames with leg stirrups to keep her legs open. It was right by the stairs and I started to fuck her in it, hoping someone would come down the stairs. it would have been the first thing. Eventually though I gave into my curiosity and cautiously touchedthe wall with one finger, only to feel as though it was suddenly onfire. I yelled and yanked my hand back, though it didn't seem to beburned or injured in the least. In fact it didn't even hurt anymore.However I'd learned my lesson and didn't touch the walls again.I had been in the cage for about six hours, or at least awake in it forsix hours, since I had no idea how long I'd been in there unconsciouswhen Doctor Nasty finally.