The Trade

“Word of advice.” Someone grumbles in my ear, while pressing their body to my back as if attempting and accomplishing to control my own. Judging by the sound of the voice I could tell the person was male, his voice and the lack of boobs pressing against my back kind of was a giveaway, and the way his thick, firm arm pulled me to him kind of was another tip off. “Don’t try to escape.” He whispered into my ear, close and with a tone that made me wonder if he knew me. I was friends with many weirdos but I knew for damn sure I didn’t know who this guy was.