Let's face it... Some people don't read these things.
Oh hell to the no.
my head throbbed, opening my eyes to a dim light that somehow made the throbbing worse. I squinted, looking around the dirty, unfamiliar room.
"where the fu-"
"don't cuss little one."
who in the fudge balls is that...
James goes to a club, dances, gets a drink or two. meets a few guys, but one hangs around a little too long, and gets a little too close.
suddenly, James wakes up handcuffed in some room he's never seen, with a man has never met, and problems the mystery man, or himself, doesn't know how to handle.
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WARNING: SELF HARM AND EATING DISORDER REFERENCES
IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED OR HAVE PROBLEMS WITH SELF HARM, EATING DISORDERS OR bxb CONTENT, PLEASE EITHER STOP READING, OR MESSAGE ME WITH CONCERNS AND I WILL EITHER REWRITE CHAPTERS TO BE LESS TRIGGERING, OR POSSIBLY REMOVE THAT (ED AND SELF HARM) FROM THE BOOK IF IT BECOMES TOO BIG OF A PROBLEM
