Room 415

  Maybe I’m just like them, Flood suspected. Or maybe I’m far worse...

  That’s when Oscar entered, with a very unconscious Felicity slung over his shoulder.

  “No one saw a thing,” the bald man bragged. “I had her snatched two seconds after she came out of the house...”

  “Good work,” Leon said.

  Flood couldn’t hear anything save for the drone in his head, when he stood up in the dark and lowered his trousers. His penis was so hard it hurt.

  “Let’s get her tied down to the bed, and make sure the gag’s tight,” Leon advised. “Then wake her up and get to work.”

  Oscar chuckled, eyeing the implements on the night-stand. He plugged in the soldering gun.

  Flood broke out in a sweat when he watched them strip the clothes off his ex-wife and lash her spread-eagled on the bed. His ecstacy made his blood seem scalding.

  Flood had a feeling his cure was at hand.

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