Waking up, I was cold and exposed. Looking down, I realized I was nearly naked, dressed only in boxer shorts.
My mouth felt strangely stuffed, and upon trying to bite down, a soft, cotton-like texture made me gag, though I couldn't vomit.
It seemed Cupcake had left me in just my underwear, silenced me with a rag in my mouth, and bound me to a chair in the middle of her room.
"It's time for payback."
Cupcake rose, approaching with my pocket knife in her hands.
She placed a leg on the chair, missing my penis by inches. Leaning close, Cupcake was dressed in black leather underwear, her skin illuminated by the gas-powered lanterns and candlelight.
"Lana instructed me to comply with the recruits' decisions, whatever they might be," Cupcake said, her hand slid a pocket knife against my cheek, a hair's breadth from breaking the skin.
