"What the fuck?" Kendall uttered, looking down at himself in shock. At the moment, he was completely naked, except for what appeared to be a collar around his neck - the kind people put on their pets.
"Please don't use that kind of language," a quiet voice said from somewhere nearby. Kendall turned and saw a burly man just as naked as him standing on the far-end of the room. The guy was built like a linebacker, but he was acting like the shiest person on the planet. "Master disapproves of it ... unless you use it while servicing him." That last bit caused the man to smile a little.
"What the hell are you talking about? Servicing? I'm not some fag."
"You have been as long as I've been here."
"What?!"
"Shhh," the man said. "He'll hear you."
Kendall tried to remember what happened, but it all seemed like a blur. He remembered briefing Smith about the mind controller and he remembered arriving in the last town the guy was spotted in, but that was all. But he didn't need to remember what happened to know what happened. Obviously, the mind controller got to him and maybe even Smith and then turned him into a slave or something. But how long has it been? And why was he suddenly aware of what was happening? These questions were important to him. But there was one that was even more important: Where was he and could he escape?
