Monster 21

Monster

I wasn't out by morning. I wasn't even out the following day. Three days Angela’s asshole of a father kept me locked up. I had done longer but there was something different about this time. It felt different, like this was just the beginning, or maybe I was just imagining it. It could have been because Angela was waiting for me. Or at least I hoped she was.

And that was the truth. If being locked up gave you anything, it was time to think. And my thoughts always strayed to her. Me, Monster, thinking about a woman, having feelings for a woman, because I did have feelings for her. I wasn't quite sure what those feelings were just yet but they were there.

When I thought about her my chest ached as well as my balls.

By the time I walked into the compound in the early hours of day four, I was aching to see her. Every part of me hoped she had stuck around, but I wasn't betting on it. This wasn't what she had in mind when she had appeared in my life a week earlier. She’d had a plan