Khalil Ravana woke to hot, cramped, noisy darkness. As the day’s stupor faded, he became aware of pressure confining him from every direction – of his arms pinned tightly to his sidee legs bent, frozen, and unfeeling – of his neck forced down toward his chest – of toes and twisted hands supporting the weight of his body – of the friction of bare skin on some rough substance – of a hard, unyielding knob thrust uncomfortably againts his chin. Outside the tiny prison, he could hear thumps and thuds, muffled voice, and a gentle creaking sound.[download]
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