I briefly debated standing up and searching around, but without even the slightest bit of vision and no knowledge of my surroundings, I concluded that it probably wasn’t the wisest decision. I could only assume that he would come back for me at some point and it was best if I waited, at least for a little while. Besides, what point was there in trying to escape when death was what I was ultimately seeking.

I sat alone in the dark with my thoughts for a very long time. The discomfort of the coldness around me, my nakedness, and all of the hard surfaces that touched my body were collectively putting me in a grumpy and frustrated mood. I was impatient and restless, but there wasn’t anything to be done about it. All I could do was wait, so wait was what I did. And wait. And wait. And wait. Until finally I decided to lay back down and try to sleep again. Perhaps then this confounded drug hangover would go away.

Of course, fear kept me awake. Not so much fear of death, but more so fear of the unknown. When would he come for me? Would he come for me at all? And if he did come for me, what did he have in store for me next?

My greatest fear was that my death would be postponed even further. That there was some other grand master plan for me. That I was meant to be raped, or tortured, or both. I sighed in depressed pointless desperation as 100 different horrible scenarios played out inside my weary brain.

Finally, exhaustion grasped me and I felt my eyelids growing heavy. Instead of allowing them to take me back to the peacefulness of sleep, I fought their closing with every imagined sound that I made up inside my head, every harsh nightmare that started to form in my brain when they got too close to touching each other. Even after they closed, my brain raged on in a half dream, half awake state.

I was somewhere between dream and reality when a bright light shook me straight into a sitting position. Someone had flipped on a switch and the room which I was in was now completely illuminated.

It was some kind of small cell. Something that looked like a solitary confinement room that you saw in prison movies. There was the long metal bench that I was sitting on, a sink and a toilet in one corner of the room, and that was it. Nothing else but a windowless door. In fact, there were no windows in the room at all.

I stood up and walked over to the toilet. It was surprisingly clean. So clean, in fact, that if I didn’t know any better I would have thought that it had never been used before.

I grasped my cock to take aim at the toilet. This wouldn’t have been a strange occurrence except for the fact that it brought on notice that my genitals had been shaved. Another brief panicked moment sped through my brain, quickly going over all of the negative conclusions that I had made before. I couldn’t come up with a single reason that this had been done unless my purpose was something sexual in nature.

I chewed my bottom lip nervously as I finished my business, thinking all the while. When I was done I flushed the toilet and walked to the door. Cautiously, I turned the handle. It was locked from the outside. No surprise there.

Briefly, I thought about calling out, but what was the point? I figured that it was only a matter of time before someone opened the door to come get me for whatever reason they had spared my life for thus far. I shuddered at the unpleasant thoughts. This was definitely not the quick death that I had wanted.

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