Despair Zip-Tied to the Automated Milking Machine
I hadn’t seen the Masked Man in a long time, and I thought I was safe. But then, a message popped up on my phone—photos of my past “play sessions.” Masked Man: “Little Boss, busy lately? If not, come over for some fun?” My heart stopped. I typed back with trembling fingers: “…Please… don’t send […]
