Daxton’s POV
‘If you are tied up and you know it clap your hands’ I sing loudly off-key as I roll my aching neck.
‘Oh wait I can’t cos I’m tied up by a man’ I continue, ‘I’m tied up to a chair, and I don’t really care, cos my captor can’t get his d**k hard like I can.’
A fist connects with my face which snaps to the side again and I choke as blood seeps down my throat. I spit to the side, sending a mouthful of blood all over the stained tarp that covers the floor around me.
‘You sure are a mouthy f*cker aren’t you’ Tyson muses as he wipes off his knuckles with a rag that is already covered in my blood. Yeah, old Ty and I have been having a grand old time together since he came back down to see me. He hasn’t left since, but quite a bit of my blood has left my body care of his fists.
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