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splash against my
body." When I stood up, Mike held my arms behind my
back firmly. "Is that really necessary? I mean for all that you
shoulda kept the handcuffs on."
    "Here you go again running off at the mouth."
    "Okay, I'll be quiet, but please don't walk too fast. My legs
are still a bit numb from sitting down for so long."
    Mike led me up the stairs slowly, and when he opened
the door it was as if we entered another world-make
that another planet. No longer was I in the misery of
a windowless, dreary basement. I had arrived in a mini
mansion that was bananas! I had been in some fly cribs, but the architectural design was downright stunning. When
I turned my head to the right, I could see the spacious
entry with walls of glass that led to a floating glass and
stainless steel staircase. When I turned to my left there
was a massive wall of glass for an incredible 180° view.
The shit was truly breathtaking. I couldn't comprehend
that all this was going on up here and all that was going
on down there, in what I considered a dungeon.

    "Mike, I ain't tryna be funny, but who in the fuck do you
know that let you stay in this crib, and do they have any
idea you have a hostage chained up in the basement?"
    "Funny, but this my shit."
    "Yeah, right."
    "What, you think Supreme the only one with long paper?"
    "Umm, well you have been locked up, or have you
forgotten that already."
    "Nah, trust I definitely ain't forgot that shit. But like I
told you a long time ago, I'm one of the few real kingpins.
Niggas like me still be making major moves behind bars.
That shit don't stop."
    "I see," I said, doing a double-take of the ridiculously
fly domain.
    "Come on, let me take you to the bathroom you'll be
using. I left your change of clothes on the table in there. The
shit you have on needs to be burned, so you can drop them
in the trash bag I put in there for you."
    "Fuck you! This is a thirty-five hundred dollar Chloe
pantsuit that you fucked up from having me locked up
like an animal."
    "Maybe now you know how it feels."
    "Spare me," I said entering the bathroom.

    "I'll be posted right outside this door so don't try no
slick shit."
    "Oh please! I know when I can't win and it's time to
give up," I said closing the door behind me.
    Damn, it seemed that everything in this house was made of glass
including the bathroom, I thought as I peeled the filthy clothes
off my back. I was more than happy to toss them into the
plastic bag. Besides bathing products and the change of
clothes, it seemed Mike had made sure all potential weapons
were banished from the bathroom. Even if I wanted to make
a move I didn't see anything that I could use.
    I decided to enjoy the pleasure of a hot shower and be
done with it. When the water hit my skin, it felt almost as
good as an orgasm. It was like the water was making love
to me and I welcomed it. In the midst of being seduced
in the open shower, my eye caught what looked to be
the rim of a trashcan. It was behind the toilet and almost
unnoticeable. At the very moment I saw it, the next second
my mind began plotting. I knew it was a stretch but I had
to exercise all options because I knew they would be few
and far between.
    After showering for a few more minutes I walked
away from the still running water and dried myself off.
Then I went to the sink to brush my teeth and noticed
the large mirror. I stood frozen, as I hadn't seen my
own reflection in what seemed like forever. I touched
my face gently and my cheeks had already begun to
become sunken in. I had dark circles around my eyes
from not getting any decent sleep. My normal bronzed
butterscotch complexion appeared dull after being
deprived of sunlight for so long. Now I could see why Mike felt sorry for me. I did look pathetic.

    Once I took a few moments to feel sorry for myself it
was time to get dressed. I was taken aback when I saw
that my change of clothes was a cotton candy pink juicy
Couture