05-24-2016, 07:46 AM
Name: Halford Bishop
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 235 lbs of muscle, with a little bit of chub on him
Small description: American, clean shaven, dirty blonde hair that reached to the middle of his shoulders and is pulled back into a pony tail. His eyes are a chocolate brown color. He works as a truck driver for a moving company. He's always been on the domineering side, but with a playfulness to it all. He swings both ways when it comes to his sexuality, liking to keep his options open. He hooks up with a girl he met online, only to find out there was no girl. He gets ambushed by a few men and drugged.
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He slowly stirred on the bed, his eyes opening slightly to see that it was dark. His vision was blurry and he couldn't make out a damn thing. He had no idea what had happened, and why he felt like he was going through a hangover. His memory was fuzzy, but the last thing he remembered was pulling up beside an apartment building where he was going to meet a girl. He groaned as he tried to sit up, his body trying to bounce back from what ever had been done to it. He knew he was on some kind of bed, but he had no idea where he was. His vision was clearing up more and more, and soon enough, he saw that he wasn't alone.
"Wh-where am I? Who are-who are you?", he stammered.
Age: 24
Height: 6'2
Weight: 235 lbs of muscle, with a little bit of chub on him
Small description: American, clean shaven, dirty blonde hair that reached to the middle of his shoulders and is pulled back into a pony tail. His eyes are a chocolate brown color. He works as a truck driver for a moving company. He's always been on the domineering side, but with a playfulness to it all. He swings both ways when it comes to his sexuality, liking to keep his options open. He hooks up with a girl he met online, only to find out there was no girl. He gets ambushed by a few men and drugged.
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He slowly stirred on the bed, his eyes opening slightly to see that it was dark. His vision was blurry and he couldn't make out a damn thing. He had no idea what had happened, and why he felt like he was going through a hangover. His memory was fuzzy, but the last thing he remembered was pulling up beside an apartment building where he was going to meet a girl. He groaned as he tried to sit up, his body trying to bounce back from what ever had been done to it. He knew he was on some kind of bed, but he had no idea where he was. His vision was clearing up more and more, and soon enough, he saw that he wasn't alone.
"Wh-where am I? Who are-who are you?", he stammered.