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Chapter 15 : Escape 30th January, 177th day in isolation. I woke up this morning and still, no one has come down to "play with me". I ate a little of yesterday's dinner when I heard the basement door open. I hastily hid the blanket behind the sofa, the plate of food under the sofa and switched off the lamp before I could hear a footstep on the stairs. I scrambled over the pile of furniture hiding my secret corner and slumped over the floor, pretending to be unconscious, a little away from view of the stairs but near by. It was Oz, with his frozen erect dick and leather bondage clothes… if you could call it clothes. I stayed where I wa

Save for a few turnings from the others, everyone was still and quiet. So quiet that it made you think that the air itself was making sounds of its own just so that the silence wouldn't engulf it entirely. Sighing, a man turned onto his back, trying his best not to make too much noise on the rusty springs that held him and the hard mattress. The Group he was with didn't take notice; it was like they were so engrossed in their own dream worlds that it had rendered them deaf in the real world. The man as not able to sleep for days since joining the group. Days were hard, breaks were short and few, much less for any mealtimes. The work they di

Taylor, or Tail, was lounging in his uncle's shop behind the counter, bored out of his skull. He never knew that such a boredom existed. It was a slow day in the shop; his uncle was in the business of selling candles that his wife and daughter made at home, using whatever they could find that smelled good. Normally, Tail would have avoided the smelly store at all costs, but his father had secretly asked Uncle Rick to let Tail take up a job before even consenting him. The nerve! His father should have at least told him to get a job, instead of getting one for him and then telling him in his face that he got a job for him at the candle shop.

As the bigger Twolegs were shouting somewhere upstairs, Warlock growled. They had been going on and on for about a week about something really important called a 'debt'. The smaller Twolegs (he noted that they were called children) had already been sent to their rooms while he had been carried from his dinner (which he was still eating) and plonked into his basket. This better be worth a decent night's sleep, he thought, irritated by the fact that they were really into shouting every night and that no one could sleep well because of them. He couldn't wait until all of them went to bed; it was probably the only time he could go out and see Ni