God. Fucking. Damnit.

They fucking found me.

In my own house no less.

Noo, they give the pipsqueak a decent treatment and politely ask he go get tattooed. They barge into my house at night, and I'm not even awake until the needle's against my neck.

...And when I did wake up, I couldn't move. No one was holding me down, there was just a man in a ( Read more... )