This relates to 'Wings 'lil venting thread.

But I didn't want to hijack his thread.

This actually stems from some of the shit that's been goin' on.

All this stuff can be found on my blog.

He sadistically roped my hands behind me and took a few steps back.

I could only watch.

Watch as he looked over his instruments.

What would he decide?

When would he decide?

It felt like forever.

I began to doze off.

Occasionally I would wake abruptly to a sound and fixate my eyes on him.

Still, he had not made a decision.

Bastard.

This happened several times more.

Until finally I slept...

...and was awoken with a hard thwack to the side of my head.

I was awake, stunned, confused.

He smiled his wicked smile.

No, no, no, I thought.

His choice?

A firm baseball bat.

And struck me hard across the jaw.

My head was spinning, with panic, adrenaline, anger.

Then came the low blow to my gut.

Nothing hurt more than the blow to my gut.

I vomited, the awful truths.

It hurt so bad.

I had known, and so had he.

He simply waited until I had grown comfortable.

His smile gone, he untied the ropes that bound me.

Took a step back and raised an eyebrow.

There were paths, all around.

Some of those I had come from were now blocked off, and new hazy paths were now open to me.

I've started down one.

It's difficult, cold, and lonely.

Exits line every inch of it, beckoning me, tempting me.

Doubt fills my mind with every step and I question my decision.

But something else keeps me on course on this long, long hazy road.

I just hope I have the strength.

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Heil Frasbee