“Beautiful Shirley is waking up, I see.” Shirley groggily looked up and around as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. She could not move her arms or legs and was very cold. She glanced upwards and saw that she was chained to the ceiling by her arms. She looked down and saw she was still dressed only in her negligee from the night before. “Oh, gob. . .” she said, remembering who and what she’d seen last.
“Is being okay, Shirley, no one is being harming you that I am seeing.” As her eyes teared up, she looked over to her left and saw Blackwulf hanging chained next to her. Just
beyond him was a muscular man with long, white hair wearing the tattered remains of a white suit. “Where are we? And who is that? Where’s everybody else?” She asked.
“Am not knowing. Am playing video game with Lucha and Johnny one moment. Next moment, am waking up here next to you.” Blackwulf said with an uncharacteristic
sadness. “You know, usually am having to pay for this kind of thing. . .” Blackwulf attempted a joke. Shirley laughed a bit in spite of herself, as her tears strolled down her cheek.
