Chapter 67: Unable to think straight

Matta POV

"You got prettier too" he replied and I gulped. Why can't I focus on what I came here for? Is it because I haven't done that for almost two years? 'If you wanted to focus on saving your life why did you come here instead of heading over to your father's?' a thought flashed inside my mind as if mocking my pitiful excuse "Oh god, Ryan I want to tell you what happened and why I haven't contacted you..." he was trying to explain but he cut me off whilst standing up from the edge of the bed he was seating which brings my eyes to look around the warehouse because my body and eyes have been hooked onto him since I stepped in. There was a bed, a couch and sexual cuffs, chains, binds, wipes, and other painful but sweet stuff, there were also short and thin knives there. I gulped and tried to look away because those are not helping my horny self but where exactly can I look? "I know where you have been Mat," He said whilst staring me deep into my eyes and I couldn't look away, fuck!