I am looking at my fingers, I strain to move one. I will the tip of my finger to lift upward and I grunt. I hear my voice and my voice sounds familiar. I remember last night, not vividly, but as if they were small movie clips. I was taken out of a car. There is a family in this home: a husband, wife, and two daughters. The family is beautiful, strange, they scare me. I know this family is not my own.
The man stands in front of me and I look up at him. "Hello Josh," he says. I know that name as my own. That IS who I am. My name is Josh, Josh, but what is my last name? My step-mother named me Josh, she used to call me Joshy when she was feeling affectionate. "Kiara and Jesse told me that they’ve been working with you a lot these last few days and you’re started to regain your ability to talk. That’s great."
I search my brain to remember Kiara and Jesse, and I recall them. The two girls were putting lipstick on me and playing dress up. I asked them for help, and they giggled and mocked me. This was just last night, or was it last week? Time is escaping me. I'm angry. I look at my restraints on my wrist. "Those are to protect you from yourself. They’re only temporary." I ask him, "how am I here?" The words came out slow and methodical, but they were my words, and it was easier to speak than it had been. This means that I am getting better, I am improving. I will break free of this place, and go somewhere... I don't know where, I try to think of home and I begin to feel nauseated, exhausted by the small work of forming a sentence, moving my finger. The doctor is speaking and I try to concentrate on his words. He is a doctor. This is another found piece of a lost memory. This new information doesn't soothe me with trust. He is telling me that I tried to take my life, and I was in a coma. They thought I was gone. He believed that he could save me. I feel my face flush with heat. I am angry. I am frustrated. He is lying, or is he? His face looks kindly at me, he smiles at me. I do not trust him, his smile looks wicked like an animated Cheshire cat. I think he mocks me behind his kind eyes and wicked smile.
I do, however, remember the bathroom, it is my bathroom. That was my last memory. On top of the porcelain sink was an empty bottle of pills, and I remember lifting my heavy head to look at my face. I was pale, my eyes were red, there was vomit on my white t-shirt, my head throbbed, much like it throbs now. If he is telling the truth, I must be in hell, and he must be the devil. I must be captive in a hell specifically designed to torment me. I'm tired of the thought of it all so I rest and when I open my eyes a woman is taking off my restraints. It's the doctor's wife. I heard him call her, "Beverly," when they were making love. I asked her, "So what, this is supposed to be hell?" She caressed my arm, she smiled seductively, "It could be heaven." Beverly tells me that her husband, Tommy, saved me, and she said more things about my life that were poetic and flowery, hard to follow, as I stared at her body. I felt my cock twitch and I looked down in surprise. Beverly still spoke about how wonderful it would be with no obligations, and I tuned out and focused on the lower half of my body. If my cock could twitch, my legs could move, if my legs could move, I could run free. She invited me to the garden. I watched her walk out the French doors onto a patio. I tried to stand.
My legs wobbled under my weight. I was like a newborn, walking for the first time, one step forward, and I struggled to keep my balance. I lifted my left leg and carefully pulled it in front of my right. The next thing I know my legs carried me out to the patio where the family smiles and cheered. I looked towards the end of the yard, I heard the sound of a car driving by, there must be a street! I will run to the street and be free! I will find out where my home is. My step-mother. I can remember her eye color, her hair color, and it's not much but it's something. My legs are moving fast, as fast as I can manage, and then I am stunned. I hear a piercing noise in my ears. I lunge forward, the noise gets even louder. I feel as if my brain will explode. I fall to my knees in agonizing pain. The family looks at me in pity. I think the two daughters begged me to stay, I could not hear their words, only saw their mouths speak. The pain was too great and I slipped back into the familiar blackness. This is the same black that washed over me in my bathroom, right before I met the doctor. Blackness feels like being a helpless babe in a womb, it's warm, comforting, and I hear the muffled whirl of wind, inhaling and exhaling, a heartbeat, it's so quiet, it's barely audible. I am in the blackness, the nothingness, and somehow I believe that this is what I deserve. This is some justifiable punishment for some terrible crime that I committed. I do not remember the crime, but I remember the shame. I open my eyes and I see two angels. I look closer and I see that they are the daughters, "Jesse" and "Kiara." They are caressing me, the touch of their hands feel comforting and strange. There is an innocence about these two young women that make me wonder if they are like me, stuck in this hell. "What are you two doing?"

"We're officially welcoming you to the family," Kiara said, and she kissed my lips softly. "I'm not part of your family. We're not related." "Neither are we, Not technically. We're more like adopted sisters," Jesse said as she ran her hand up my t-shirt. "We're rescues, just like you."
The feeling of her touch made me hard as a rock. I can feel them touching me. Their eyes are hungry. They look at me as if they want to devour me. I feel as if these two beautiful blondes are feral, wild and unstoppable, they grip at my cock. I do not stop them. I welcome it. I welcome the touch, the familiar feeling of pleasure in sex. I am their prey, happily their victim.

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