On the boat

After this. Warning: This gets uncomfortable.

The hum of the boat's engine was the first thing Shy was aware of as he started to come around for what felt like the millionth time. It always was. He didn't know how many days he'd been Kevin's captive, but he knew that he'd been fed a total of thirteen meals, including that very first one. Kevin had only tricked him that one time in order to drug him. After that, he'd proposed that Shy could simply take the pills offered and spare himself having to be awake for the things done to him, or he could forgo the drugs and see if he'd actually enjoy it. Shy had been all too eager to swallow the pills and escape for a little while each night. At least, he assumed it was night. He couldn't see outside and there were no clocks anywhere in the stateroom. Time was beginning to mean nothing to him.
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