VOICE. o1. And Victoria Wept Tears Of Blood As She Fell;

[incidiasnovas]

What the shit? What kind of fucking backwater place is this?

[ There’s a series of grunts and the ruffling of heavy fabric, and it sounds like he’s straining with something. Finally he sighs with a thud as he sits down. ]

All right, regroup time. Escape, check. Obtaining clothes, check. Not gonna wear obnoxious orange forever. Cigs, check.

... Lack of cuffs? Not-check. Goddamn it. Would someone give me a fucking hand, or is everybody too busy with dicks in your mouths? Hey ... HEY!!