Dozens of questions cross your mind as you sit inside the confined darkness of the box, unable to see anything and unable to escape. What happened to you? What had Franz done to you when you were unconcious? Why were you almost naked? Who were these people that had bought you? Where were they taking you? And what was going to happen to you?
Your world suddenly shifts as the box is lifted up, and you are tossed around in the rather cramped space, doing your best to stay still even as the box shakes back and forth. The boy is actually jsut walking and moving his arm back and forth, but to you, it's like a roller coaster ride without seatbelts.
Suddenly, everything settles down. As you sit up and readjust your slipping towel, light floods in and you areonce again greeted by the boy's smiling face. His hair is a deep ebony-like black and the eys that look at you are almost a perfectly sapphire blue. You get a few seconds to see his face before his hand reaches in, wrapping around your waist. To him, you are about the size of a doll and just as helpless to resist him in what he wants. He effortlessly lifts you up and gives you another smile, triumphant, but with a slight hint of mischief.
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