He'd left me alone for the hour. He hadn't even satisfied himself, just left me tied, splayed and dripping and alone with my thoughts. I hadn't met the man with the accent before. I was sure of that. What did it matter anyway? I'd know him soon enough. The seconds ticked into minutes. I flexed and stretched best I could to ease the tension. To stop from wondering. It didn't work. Two men.
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