Foster’s Porno Story: Of Likes Lost and Mates Past Chapter Nine
Of Loves Lost & Friends Past
Chapter 9: The Fine Line
His eyes slowly slid open and a moan escaped his lips. The only things visible were white ceiling tiles. To his right there was an incessant beeping. It grated on his nerves as he tried to lift himself up. A sudden pain shot through him and he collapsed back down into the bed. What had happened? Where was he?
His mind was ablaze with images and sounds. Screams of terror blurred with images of a man. Who was this man?
Youre awake! came a soft voice.
He turned his head slowly to look at the red head. Her eyes were red and there were deep bags below them. She was dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a dark green hoodie with her hair pulled back into a ponytail that stood on end. Tears began running down her cheeks as she gripped his hand in her own.