I don’t know where I am… It’s musty – vague scent of… something like rotten eggs. I have managed to sneak in here to use the computer at last… if anyone’s out there… please send help. it’s dark… I don’t know where…
He’s coming… Oh no, he’s got the whip again!
Glad that you’re still kicking, anyway. The faithful still flock… if only ’cause we want to see your torture scars.
Give him my phone number and we can chat… then maybe you can get away while I torture him with some of my cooking…
Good to see you posting- I’ve missed my daily dose of sanity….
But you said you liked the whip. Wait, you were talking about cool whip, oh man, what a funny mistake, all the months of torture instead of dessert topping, lol.