Shack Rat, Part 3
Was he having fun yet? Huddled in the corner of the closet, his wrists cuffed together and resting on his knees, his legs shackled, a leather hood…
Shack Rat, Part 2
He was bent over in the living room, naked, the blood dry on his face, on the back of his thighs, his ankles shackled to his wrists, spit foaming…
Shack Rat, Part 1
He would remember two specific things for years: the key ring Jamal tossed on to the glass topped coffee table in Kurt’s apartment, and the smell of…
