There weren't any deputies inside. but there were two highway patrolmen. I recognized them but not as friends. I had seen them before, but I sat alone... It just sucked to be eating alone again. I spilled the coffee on the table and said aloud but under my breath, "Cocksucker."Yeah I was frustrated, and any first year psych student will tell you. Frustration leads to aggression. Yeah I admit that I was looking for trouble. I wanted to get it out of my system, before I met Jeremy.I called The. I was untied! But I didn’t move – I knew the room was full of people, and I didn’t want to risk whatever new punishment was obviously waiting for me. Besides, I was still wearing the hood.‘Now you’re free to go’ said Sophie. I waited for a long time, but nothing happened. Eventually, slowly, sure that this was some kind of trap, I pushed myself slowly off the frame. My muscles barely worked – I could hardly lift myself. But I did, and then, for the first time in months, I was standing,. I screamed as the alcohol worked its way into the injured and bleeding hair follicles. I couldn't bring myself to lift my head to inspect the damage.He waited until I had started breathing normally again and then he poured more of that liquid fire onto my sensitive skin. He watched me, enjoying my pain, basking in my screams. Then he walked away.Joni bent over me and held a straw up to my lips. She was crying nearly as hard as I was! I sipped at the milkshake she had brought me. The cool liquid. "It's gotta be Sandy," I thought. Opening the door revealed the amber-colored pixie hair of a short and skinny girl, wearing a ratty long-sleeve shirt over a tank top covering her modest A-cups. Below the belt she was wearing some black leggings."Hey Cal!" she proclaimed, "Ready to hit this place up?"As we walked, I texted Blake. He was younger than us, freshly out of High School at 19. Real thin-looking dude, at 5'9 and only 120 lbs. Without his short blonde hair it'd be tough to pick him out.