As I came slowly to the semi-conscious state I became aware of two things through my tired, whisky fogged brain: first, that is was still late at night. It was that primordial feeling, that instinct that had kept our ancestors alert for predators. Rousing slightly, I went to move my left hand over to the bedside light, but before it had moved more than an inch it was brought short by the handcuff that had been slipped on in my sleep.
For maybe ten seconds my ass was allowed to adjust to this intruder and the warm hardness felt suddenly welcome.
Just as I opened my mouth to scream a sock was stuffed into my mouth, pushed all the way into my throat.