The Two Hundredth and Fifty Seventh of One Thousand and One Nights – by Amalaric

Of course, he had a name, family, friends, a decent job…even a past and, naturally, a present but the future, always and for everyone somewhat indistinct, had, for him, blurred to near-mindless horror because, well, abducted from his home late one evening he came to consciousness, on display, in the Fetish Factory.

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