”“Huh.”“Yes.”We talked for a little while: about what had improved in Gaza City, about what still needed work.“You know the biggest thing?...It is small, really,” the doctor said. “No more low-level flyovers.” He held his gnarled hand just above the covers. “The Israeli jets, they used to come in like this over the city. Every day. The sonic booms would terrify the children. The sky felt like it was pressing down on our heads.” He smiled. “Now, no more booms.”I nodded, remembering the IDF general. My only senses were hearing and smell which were soon changed, by a set of ear buds with music playing and nose plugs. Now my only sense I had was touch. There I was with my arms tied out to my sides, my legs were brought up and spread eagle so I was fully vulnerable to anything they wanted to do. My next sensation was something I had never experienced before a crack of a whip across my ass. And then another, with the intensity getting harder with each stoke. Then I felt someone playing with my. Whatever you like to call them, ecstasy was my poison. Crushing many variants and mixing them with an array of other illicit substances and presenting them as meter lines for everyone to snort was one of my favourite party tricks.It was the after party to celebrate the life of Jarrod, the after party where my world would be turned upside down. My eccy rush immediately kicked back in when I recognised a hot couple arriving in the driveway.As the muscular stud got out of his Honda Prelude I. I could've sworn I heard someone whisper my name......I awaken in darkness. As my dreary, fog-filled eyes open, I try desperately to see my surroundings. Sadly, my efforts are in vain. 'How long was I out?' I wonder, 'Why is it so dark?'I try to move, quickly finding out that I'm no longer lying on the pier like I originally thought. My feet are shackled to the wall, same with my wrists. 'Weird,' I think to myself. 'How did I get here? Where's the pier, and the lake?' Suddenly, there's a bright.