Congratulations, You Finally Pissed Me Off

In the dead of night, I lay on the big bed at the hot-spring hotel, feverish and unconscious, my forehead burning while my limbs trembled with cold. In my daze, I felt someone untie the bindings on my wrists, a warm towel gently wiping away the dirt and dried fluids between my legs.

That heavy sand...

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