Holy shit! He's definitely not into anything like SM, but how could he find himself so elated being forced by Ruby Gregory!
Oh, not only elated but even slightly enjoying...um, his mood had completely lifted and became delightful.
It took him a while to come back to reality after having a glass of milk.
Inside his body, mouth, and throat, the disgustingly bitter taste lingered.
However, he didn't hate it; he even felt somewhat joyful.
Steve Burton opened his eyes and stared at the crystal chandelier on the ceiling for quite a while. Only then did he blink and feel that everything seemed surreal like a dream.
He quietly raised his hand, pinching his thigh underneath the blanket, feeling the bone-piercing pain, and only then did he believe that all of it was real.
Uncontrollably, a smile spread across his lips, and then he slowly sat up straight.
Had Mr. Steve gone crazy? There was even a smile on his face? Was he feverish and delirious?