The last thing that I remember is relaxing in my bubble bath with my glass dildo in hand. I was determined to try anything to get my mind off of crazy sex stories Tumblr before I was suddenly attacked. Hours later, I find myself lying on a cold and wet concrete floor. I am woken up by drops of water as they fall from the ceiling and on to my head. My head is pounding and it feels like it weighs 1,000,000 pounds. Hardly able to raise my head, I lie on my side with my eyes darting around the room. It takes a while for my vision to adjust to the darkness. Blinking several times, I try to make sense of my surroundings, but everything looks so foreign to me. Fuck! I think to myself. I’ve seen enough fetish porn to know where this is going.

I can barely move my body, it aches everywhere, I feel as though I got hit by a train. As I lie on the cold, damp concrete floor, my mind races. Where am I? What happened? Who did this? My eyes roll to the back of my head and I pass out again before I am able to find the answers to these questions.

Is it the Craigslist phone sex killer?

A few hours later, I am woken up by the sound of heavy metal doors as they are swung open and then slammed shut. It wasn’t until I tried to push myself up that I realized my wrists were cuffed together. Pushing with my legs, I try to scoot my body into a corner but my ankles are bound by heavy chains that are looped around my handcuffs. My heart begins to race as I hear loud, heavy footsteps and the sound of rusted wheels that screech as they turn. Using all of my strength, I push myself against a wall; too weak to do much else.

I try to calm myself by taking deep breaths, but find myself holding my breath when keys can be heard clanging against each other outside the door. The door suddenly swings open. The door hits the wall with a loud thud that vibrates on the concrete floor. A large figure stands in the doorway. His voice was like nails on a chalkboard, it sent cold chills down my spine and made me cringe.

Fetish Phone Sex Gone Wrong

Michael pushes an old, metal hospital bed halfway into the room and locks the door behind him. A dim, yellow light comes on; it takes my eyes a bit to adjust. He charges towards me, grabbing me by the arm and yanking me to my feet. I see Frankie lying on the hospital bed. Frankie’s hair is wet and matted with blood and her body is covered in bruises.

Frankie’s wrists and ankles are cuffed to the bed, chains wrap around her body securing her to the hospital bed even more. I’m still in shock and trying to process all that has happened over the last few days when I noticed her fingernails. Her once perfectly manicured nails are broken, her fingers are swollen and covered in blood. That’s my girl! Frankie put up a good fight!

I lunge towards Michael, who quickly jumps out of the way and elbows me in the back; knocking me to the ground. “I wouldn’t do that,” Michael says as he reveals a medical cart; fully stocked with his cruel instruments of torture. For the first time in a long time, I felt weak; lying on my back in the wet concrete, still chained up. Michael stood towering over me. I kept squinting my eyes, trying to get a better look at him and having no luck.

“I am ready for my role play with the fetish goddesses now, Brittany.”