(MILES)
The aftermath of Arlo's little visit down the cellar has left my neck and ribs throbbing painfully. Unfortunately, those aren't the only parts of my body that he left throbbing. Arlo turned me down on my offer and now I'm left to suffer the pangs of a raging hard-on with my hands bound to my back.
It's probably for the best that he turned me down. The last thing that my situation needs is more complications. The move to tempt him was downright stupid. I need to get my head in the game. My focus should be on finding a way to escape and not to tempt Arlo. Sure, if I'd been successful, I would have probably gotten an upper hand on him. I would have probably gone free if had he accepted my offer.
Unfortunately, he didn't.
Instead of obsessing over that little brat, I should be figuring out a way to escape this dark dank cellar. The task has gotten a notch harder because he decided to cuff me before he escaped.
