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I blow out a breath. How did I get here? My eyes scan the well-lit room. It's stocked with medical-grade equipment, surgical gloves, and a cart topped with needles. A plastic bag full of liquid sits on a stand to my right, sending something into my body through an IV tube. I grimace when I spot a giant pair of scissors.
Will they cut my dick off like they threatened so many times? I was a designatedtopat the warehouse, mostly because of the size of my dick. If I didn't want to fuck the men they paired me with, they threatened to castrate me.
The threat always worked but I resented them for it. Eventually, I'd force myself to get an erection and do my duty. If I didn't, Lord knows what they’d do to me.
They'd probably take me to the hospital and surgically remove my organs. Although to be honest, at this point, I wouldn't care. Let them castrate and kill me. I've had so much sex with men I’m not attracted to over the past few years that the thought doesn’t phase me.
Please let me not be in the warehouse hospital. I'd give anything not to be there.
A movement to my left distracts me.
"Take."
I glance up, fully expecting to see my main captor. He was a vicious man, always in a ski mask. He lorded over the boys in the basement with an iron fist. He kept us in check by chaining us to our cages and smacking our faces when we got out of hand.
I remember nothing about him, not even the sound of his voice. When I turn my eyes up, I realize it's not the evil man at all.
It's…him.
The guy from the alley. The burly kind giant with a body big enough to beat up every man who ever hurt me and wrap me safe in his arms.
Memories struggle to rush back through my brain, but they disappear just as quickly. I recall seeing him in the alley, a rifle in his hands. I don't know if this actually happened. Nothing stays put in my brain.
"It's… you." A choked sob wracks my voice, but I push through. I inhale deeply, imbibing the scent of orange peels. This must be his scent. Gripping the edge of the hospital bed, I force myself up. "I thought I dreamt you."
"My partners and I found you in an alley." The man's voice is fierce as he drops to the side of my bed, sitting in a chair. He stares at me. "You were dripping in blood."
Blood. I wrack my brain, trying to figure out why I was in an alley. But I can't. The last memory I have is of being in a tiny, cramped cage, the same cage my captors stuck me in so many times.
"Blood?" I gasp.
"How did you get to that alley?" The man's eyes lock on mine.
"I don't know." Shielding my gaze, I stare at the blanket covering my ugly body. "Last I remember, I was in my cage in the basement. That's it."
The man growls. "You must remember." Inching forward, he grabs my hand. "This is urgent. You had a snapped chain around your neck we cut off. If you don't tell us, we can't help you."
I cry as emotion overwhelms me. "I really don't recall anything."
"How old are you?" His voice is deadly.
"I don't know."
"Where are you from?"
This triggers something. A vague memory of a treehouse flits through my brain, but nothing else. I attempt to take a step toward the treehouse in my mind's eye, but it fades into mist.
"I don't know."
The man grits his teeth. "Whatdoyou remember?"
I clutch the blanket and squeeze it. "I remember the basement." A shudder travels down my spine. "That's where they kept us. They chained us in cages and forced us to do things."
"Who chained you in cages?" the man presses.
I shake my head. "Like I said, I can't recall." I sniffle as I try to envision the faces of my captors. "They wore ski masks and rarely took them off."
"Do you remember what you did in those cages?"
