The Cost of Freedom Is High

I was sitting down across from Michael, and DJ, just having finished dinner.

In my life I never thought I’d think this, but I missed Chris, Danny, Craig, and all of the other guys.

Michael and DJ were kind of nice, and freakishly calm about everything, but that scared me.

They let me see the downstairs, there were whips, sex devices, rope, and a bunch of other scary shit.

However, it wasn’t used on me, fuck they said they weren’t going to even think about it.

What the hell?

I feel like my mind would be more eased if I was being punished.

That was how fucked up this entire situation was.

“Are you okay?” Michael asked me.

I let out a bit of a chuckle.

“Please don’t ask me that.” I said.

“Why not?” Michael replied.

“I’m in a very fucked up situation, in case you haven’t noticed. So no, I’m not okay. Even when I get out of this hell I don’t think I’m ever going to be okay.” I told both him and DJ.

“Get out, what are you talking about?” DJ laughed.

“You know I’ve done it before, a couple times actually. I can do it again, and next time I’ll get out and be out forever.” I said.

“You’re not going to want to leave after we’re done with you. Actually you’ll be doing the opposite. You’ll be begging us for more quite frankly.” DJ stated.

“Bullshit, the day that happens is the day hell freezes over.” I snapped.

“Well, just remember that for later.” Michael told me.

“I will, don’t worry.” I replied.

“Let’s go to bed, you seem to be in a grumpy mood.” DJ suggested.

“No.” I almost shouted back.

“Easy there tiger, attitude or not it’s lights out now.” Michael informed me.

I looked over at the clock, it was only 9:00 pm. You had to be kidding me.

“Come on let’s go.” DJ exclaimed, reaching his hand out to me.

“No, I’m not sleeping with you.” I stated.

“Let’s just let her sleep down here, it’s not like she can get out anyways.” Michael told him.

“Wait, you’re serious?” I questioned them, as they started to walk in the direction of the stairs that lead you upstairs.

“Yeah, the couch is actually quite comfy. If you need anything though we’ll be in our rooms.” DJ answered.

The next thing I knew I was standing in the kitchen dumbfounded, as DJ and Michael had already went upstairs.

I would love to know what was going through their minds.

This was way too easy, but hey maybe they’re going for the kill her with kindness approach.

Yeah right, I had the luck that got people struck by trains after being hit with a lightning bolt.

As I went to lay down on the couch, I suddenly realized it was kind of cold.

I brushed it off, and dealt with it, just laying down, but no matter how hard I mentally tried to push it out, I was freezing my ass off.

What the hell was going on?

After an hour of searching for a blanket, or some source of heat I went back to the couch and curled up into a little ball, trying to retain as much heat as possible.

Nothing worked though.

I was shaking, my teeth were chattering, and I was at the point where I was so cold it was making my body ache a bit.

There had to be an explanation for this.

The a/c / heater was locked up so that I couldn’t even get to it, and there were multiple remote controlled fans that were turned on. However the remote control were nowhere to be seen.

Fuck this shit.

I ran up the stairs, and silently debated on whether it would be a better idea to go into DJ’s room or Michael’s.

Coming to the conclusion that they both suck equally, I did eenie meenie and ended up sneaking into Michael’s room.

He was sleeping under the blankets and sheets, and I soon realized that it’s because his room was as cold as everywhere else. Which meant that most likely DJ’s was the same.

With hatred for both of them, I slipped into Michael’s bed, and made sure I was far enough away that there was no physical contact between the two of us. Mission accomplished, although it wasn’t that hard considering Michael’s bed was huge.

Finally with the sheets and blankets around me, the shaking and teeth chattering came to an end, and I slowly started to warm up again.

“Yah.” I mumbled to myself, the warmth making me actually a bit more tired.

As I was closing my eyes I continuously told myself that I had gotten into Michael’s bed because I had to, not because I wanted to.

DJ was wrong, I’d never want either of them.

Right?

Notes

She wouldn't right?

What games and tricks do they have up their sleeves.

Are they being serious about not punishing her?

So far it seems like they really don't want to.

Why would they want to make it all cold?

Keep reading and find out :)

Thanks for reading, and have a great night / morning !!!