Michael Fey Wong: Ezzy, Part Six
Michael woke up with his arms above his head, stretched tight and painful. He felt cold wood on his stomach. He was naked, he could feel it now that he was paying attention, and he was suddenly terrified. Hadn't been out long enough yet for the surface to have soaked in his body heat. A cool hand passed over his back, fingernails scraping harshly
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