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…adds to the relief that Garrett allowed you tonight when he released you from the wall and unbuckled the arms of your straitjacket.
“Rise and shine!”
You woke to a bright light in the closet and the view of Garrett standing over you in the doorway. Or the view of his feet standing in the doorway. It took you a few moments to make sense of your situation: lying on the floor in a semi-fetal position with parts of you actually stuck to the floor. It started to come back to you as your eyes adjusted to the light: Garrett putting you in the straitjacket, locking you to the wall, forcing you to smoke a cigar in the enclosed closet, having to piss, pissing, Garrett pouring the glass of his own piss over you, and finally letting you down from the wall and leaving you on the closet floor for the night.
“C’mon, get up. Lots to do today. The least of which is cleaning up the fucking mess you made last night.”