So a warning before you proceed. This adventure from the pages of 642 is suitable for 18+ & those who can handle a little bit of filth.
642: 5 Waking up elsewhere
urgh…. strange, strange sounds
Fuck my head hurts
squeaking, squelching, slapping?..wait that’s getting more, more… aahh I can’t think….. like slapping but harder. It’s kind of faint though, I’m not really sure whats going on actually.
why am I on my knees?
Doesn’t feel like I’m wearing much
What the fu….what the fuck is going on?
Smells kinda funky too, musty, weird, sticky, familiar. I, I like it, I feel I shouldn’t…it’s, this is all kinda dirty
I can’t see
It’s so fucking dark
I’m just not quite sure where……. what’s going on
I was, I was somewhere, now I’m here, I just…. don’t know where here is.
What’s that? What the hell is going on? What type of game is this?
Hands are tied behind my back
Tied up, on my knees, in the dark….pretty sure I’m not wearing much
Not alone in here either. Just wish I knew where “here” was.
There’s that grunting sound again. I recognize it but can’t quite tell what it is.
I think there’s more than one thing making the sound. Not quite animal, not quite human,
grunting, spitting…. Not quite sure what’s happening.
This is all so fucking familiar
urgh my head
Break out the Butter, i’ll be back real soon
Today’s toast served with..um, well, me it seems lol