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Cookie akzeptierenJack Whalen
Miles of Stolen Souls
- New Wave Books
- 2020
- Taschenbuch
- 268 Seiten
- ISBN 9780578733579
When a fraternity prank turned terrible, I found myself in a snowstorm on a back road somewhere about four hours from the frat house. Blindfolded, during the entire trip, I was lost and disoriented when we stopped to let me out. I had no idea where they left me. Worse yet, they didn't tell me which way to walk to find the college town. The horizons were black, so I walked in the tracks in the direction we came. After about an hour into my walk, a nice older man in a beat-up pickup stopped to invite me to stay at his place overnight. His drunken partner unnerved me with his unfriendly attitude toward me. I was grateful for a bed in the freezing house until I heard the lock click shut. From that point, the routine was I work while they drank and plotted how to keep me working. It took me a week to escape. I waited till the drunks made an alcohol run to escape in the truck bed under a tarp. During the course of my escape I met the love of my life who sheltered my brothers and me that night. Although I was satisfied to leave my captors in the rearview mirror, my frat brothers had other ideas. To punish the captors for taking me, we took Miles for a ride the other way on the Thruway to the frat house I'd left days earlier. It turned out to be Hell Night for my Pledge Class, and everyone decided Miles payback would be to spend the night as a Pledge. So he stripped naked and took his bare ass paddling like the other pledges then began a week of frat house chores. When we dropped
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