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The main reason this guy was chosen as my 'dad', was because he was fluent in Finnish. During the flight not much happened, I learned that my 'dad's' name was Viktor, then about an hour through, I really needed to pee, so I went to the bathroom in the front of the plane.
I had never been in a commercial plane, and I forgot the most crucial part of using a lavatory on a plane, I forgot to lock the door. I didn't notice at first, and I pushed my dress up and sat down to relieve myself.
I stood up and flushed, then started to wash my hands. Almost as soon as I started washing my hands, someone opened the door and saw me. He was an elderly man, at least 60 years old, gray hair, to the extent he had any left, wrinkles all over his face.
He came into the cramped space with me, despite me being there, and I just stared at him, not really knowing what to do. He then abruptly put his hand on my mouth, and pushed my head back, into the wall.
I got dizzy, and my legs gave in and I fell to the ground and passed out. The guy had no idea who I was, he just took the opportunity to act on his pedophilia. He took my dress off, and was delighted that was all I was wearing, and he put the dress in the toilet.
He pushed his pants down, and peed in the toilet, on the dress, and then he flushed it once he was done. He had remembered to lock the door, unlike me, so nobody was gonna interrupt him, as he fucked my limp body.
I woke up surprisingly quick, the plane was still in the air, I was naked and alone in the lavatory, it was somehow locked, despite me being the only one in it. I heard a knock on the door, I stood up and unlocked the door and slowly opened the door.
I stood behind the door to block my nakedness from whoever was knocking on it. It was Viktor, I got out from behind the door and he saw that I was naked, and also that my pussy had blood on it.
He assumed it was my period, or something, because he had no idea when that started for girls, so he ignored it, and asked in Russian, "Where is your dress?" He didn't speak English.
I shrugged, I didn't know enough Russian to be able to explain what happened, and I didn't know where it was. He knew I spoke English, so he didn't attempt to ask me any more questions, he just went to his seat and grabbed his coat and gave it to me.
I cleaned off my pussy while he was gone, so that I didn't get blood on his coat, knowing that's what he was gonna do. I took his coat and put it on, it reached my knees and we both walked back to our seats.
Once we were back at our seats, he used Google Translate to communicate with me. "What happened?"
I hadn't closed the coat or anything, so when I grabbed his phone to type in Google Translate, the coat opened and revealed to him my naked body, I didn't notice. "Someone came in, knocked me out and I assume he had sex with me and took my dress." I wrote, and he realized that the blood wasn't my period.
The coat was still open when he took his phone back, and he took a picture without me noticing, he was a slight pedophile. He put his arm around me, and it rested just in front of my chest, I assumed it was him comforting me because I was raped, so I let him, despite his proximity to my exposed chest.
I was gonna close the coat, but I didn't want to make him move his arm for me to do it, so I just left it open. He admired my body, without letting me know that he was looking at it. His arm seemed to go lower until it was in front of my belly, then I realized where he was headed.
I looked up at him, and he noticed me looking and he knew that I knew he was trying to touch me. He just went for it and put his hand on my pussy, and started rubbing. I grabbed it and pushed it away, without saying a word.
He put his hand back on my pussy and put a finger in me, and held it tightly so that when I tried to push him away, he didn't move. I looked at him, then he started moving his finger in and out really fast, it felt good, but it still hurt from being fucked earlier.
I moaned and tears started flowing down my face. The pleasure took me over and I just sank in my seat, allowing him to use me as he pleased. He then got in front of me and started licking me, putting his tongue deep into my pussy, and then he bit me.
"Ow!" He just continued to lick me without even acknowledging that I said something. He continued to lick me until I reached my climax and had my first orgasm. I got lost in the pleasure, closed my eyes, and relaxed all my muscles.
He then stood up and kissed me straight on the lips, sticking his tongue inside my mouth. I didn't stop him, as I finished my orgasm, then he stopped and sat down, without giving me a chance to push him away.
I just stared at him the entire time, and he stared at the wall the entire time.
We arrived at Helsinki, and got off the plane, I was still wearing just the coat, but I had closed it. We collected our suitcases, and left the airport and went straight to the hotel. There were two king sized beds in the hotel room, one was next to the window, and I claimed it before he could say otherwise.
He gladly submitted himself to me, seeing as it was my mission, and he didn't even know what the mission was. I unpacked my suitcase, and got a new dress, I took off the coat and gave it to him, and he took it, then I put my dress on, of course without underwear.
I looked the out the window, we were 5 stories up, and beneath us was at least a foot of snow. It was night time, and so we ate dinner and went to bed pretty much immediately.
I always slept naked, and tonight was no different, I took off my dress, not caring that Viktor could see me. I climbed into bed naked, and went to sleep. Viktor also went to bed, and he as well, slept naked, but he didn't fall asleep as quickly as I did, and as soon as I was asleep, he got out of bed.
He stood up and walked straight to my bed, pulled the covers down, without waking me up. I was laying on my side, so he had to slowly roll me over onto my back, and somehow he did it without waking me.
He spread my legs, then went into his suitcase and grabbed handcuffs that he had brought, he had planned this in advance. He handcuffed my wrists to the head of the bed, then handcuffed my legs only halfway down the bed, because I was small.
He handcuffed my legs to nightstands on either side of the bed, that he moved to be in a better position. Then, while I was leg-cuffed to them, he moved the as far down the bed as he could, causing my arms and legs to be straight out so that I could reach, and I woke up from the pain.
I couldn't move my arms and legs, they were too tight. He looked through my suitcase, and found a skirt, put it in my mouth, I quickly spit it out. He went to his suitcase, and grabbed a ball gag, he put the skirt back in, then put the ball gag over it, to keep it in.
The gag was very good at muffling the sound, and I couldn't move my body, so he had full access to me without worry that he would get caught. He had filmed the whole thing, including setting up the handcuffs, and he continued to film as he got to the good stuff.
He went to his suitcase, grabbed a thin string, and on either side of it, were binder clips. He put the two binder clips on my nipples, and it hurt, then he took the string, and wrapped it around the bed posts, causing it to pull on my nipples, and I had no way of releasing the pressure.
The string was tight, and he plucked it like a guitar, which caused it to pull tighter, and make it hurt more. He then finally moved down to my pussy, and lined up his dick to fuck me. I had my eyes closed, I was crying from the pain, and praying for it to end.
He finally stuck his dick in me, and fucked me as hard as he could, and despite the amount of force he was using, I wasn't even budging, because my limbs were pulled so tight apart. He continued to fuck me hard, and I could do nothing to stop it.
He pulled out before he cummed, and moved to my ass. When he stuck it in, my eyes went wide and I cried even more. He continued to fuck my ass and cummed in it, he pulled out and punched me in the face.
He punched me over and over again, until I passed out, then he untied me and removed everything from me. He put my body in a more comfortable position, and then stuck a remote controlled vibrator in my pussy, and went to sleep, hoping that in the morning, I wouldn't notice it. He then stopped the video and posted it all over the dark web.
I woke up, still in pain from what happened the night before, I was just laying in bed as if nothing had happened. I sat up, didn't notice the vibrator in my pussy, Viktor was sleeping still, I looked at the time, it was 7 AM.
I put my dress on, and wanted so bad, to get him back, but if I did, he would tell on me, and they might think I was not completely loyal. All these reasons weren't enough for my anger, though, and I got on top of him, sitting with my legs on either side of him, and unintentionally putting my pussy straight on his bare skin.
He was on his back, and I was on his belly, and I started punching him and treating him like a punching bag. After the first hit, he had woken up, and after 5, he was able to block my hit, and push it off course, making me punch the bed.
He sat up, making me fall to his legs, and I threw another punch, but he moved his head, and my hand hit the wall. The wall was hard and it hurt, so I grabbed my hand to soothe it, and stopped punching at him.
He took this opportunity, and picked me up and brought me to the bathroom, and dropped me onto the hard tile floor. I landed on my butt, and rubbed it to soothe it, and he left before I could do anything to him.
As I was soothing myself, he removed the door handle, and closed me in the bathroom. I noticed but didn't care at the moment. I stood up and walked over to the door, there was a hole where the door handle was, and I could see into the room.
He stuck his dick through the hole, and said in Russian, "Suck my dick, and I will let you go." I didn't understand much of what he said, but heard 'suck', and 'let you go', so I did. I got on my knees and started sucking his dick.
He gave me no warning before he cummed in my mouth, and it tasted awful, I took my mouth off at the first taste of it, to spit it out, but then it ended up shooting onto my face and hair. He shot a fair bit, most of it getting in my hair, and then he pull out his dick from the door.
He opened the door and fixed the door handle. I had started trying to remove the cum from my hair, but I pretty much just rubbed it in. He smiled and left the hotel room, leaving me in here alone, so I went to my suitcase, grabbed the papers, and double checked the address I was supposed to head to.
I left the hotel, and didn't notice how cold it was, until I was already a few blocks from the hotel. I shivered as I walked through the snow in just a dress, not even shoes. It was also very windy, which made it colder, and made my dress go up on occasion.
Whenever my dress would go up, everyone could see the blood on my pussy, and see part of the vibrator sticking out, I still hadn't noticed the vibrator. I kept going until finally reaching my destination, it was a three story building, that was completely unlabeled, with no indicator of what it was.
I went into a building across the street, and went up a few floors to see if I could see anything inside. It was completely empty, aside from a man, who I recognized as John Doe. He was sitting in a chair, and typing on his computer, sadly, the computer was facing away from me, so I had no idea what he was doing.
The building I was in, had heat, so I stayed for a few extra minutes to get fully warmed up, then I went back outside. I quietly went into the building where John Doe was, I had a gun in my hand. I went up two flights of stairs, then saw him, facing away from me, and on his computer.
My plan was to stay hidden and see what was on his computer, so I crouched down and tried to look at his computer. I could see a map, and what I could only assume was the location of a tracking device, it was moving at high speed, at least 100 miles an hour, and it was labeled, "Enemy Air".
He said something in English to his computer, or maybe an earpiece, I wasn't sure, "Headed southbound, toward Saint Petersburg." He said, then a minute later he said, "Just passed Saint Petersburg, headed for Moscow."
I wondered why they cared about an enemy aircraft if it was in enemy territory, but I never got an answer to that. Then the dot disappeared, and red words "Terminated" appeared on the screen. Then another dot appeared, "Headed northbound, for Finland."
All of a sudden, the vibrator went on maximum power, and I gasped and moaned, before covering my mouth. I was crouched down in a dark corner, and when he turned around, all he saw was a shadow, he held his gun up and pointed it directly at me.
I stayed perfectly still, and pointed my own gun at him. The pleasure from the vibrator flooded my entire body and I moaned again. He was confused, and asked in perfect Finnish, "Who are you?" But I didn't understand it. After a few minutes, and I didn't respond, he switched languages, "Who are you?" He said in Russian, which I happened to understand.
Now I was faced with a choice, be on the Russian side, or be on the American side. I didn't respond for a while, and he kept asking in different languages, then he did English. I decided to lie to him, and speak Russian, since he obviously couldn't see my face.
"I am Natalya." I said in Russian, he thought he recignize my voice, but didn't think that I would be speaking Russian, nor that my name was Natalya.
"Who do you work for?" He asked in Russian, I was scared to answer, partly because I was not 100% sure what he asked, but I was pretty sure, but mainly because, if I said SVR, he might shoot.
"I am Natalya, of the SVR." I asked in Russian, deciding to keep my Russian persona for now, and risk it.
"Why are you here?" He asked, holding his gun tighter.
"For reconnaissance." I told the truth, seeing no reason to lie about this.
"Stand up slowly and come here." I was scared to do so, but I still stood up, then moaned as the please overwhelmed me, and I was getting close to my orgasm. I held my gun tight and pointed it at him, trying to keep myself together.
"Are you ok?" He asked, still in Russian, I felt myself reach my orgasm, and I moaned loudly. I fell back to the ground, dropped my gun, which made a loud clank sound, when it hit the ground. I got lost in my pleasure, and didn't notice as he started to come over to me, after hearing my gun drop.
When he got closer, he first took my gun, then looked at me, and noticed who I was. He slowly lowered his gun, but then decided to keep it up, just in case. I looked up, the vibrator was still going, and I reached under my dress and pulled it out, and threw it across the room and panted in the floor.
He was confused as to why I would have a vibrator, and especially why I would use it during a stealth mission. "What happened to you?" He asked in English, taking note of the state of my pussy, as he could see it because I lifted my dress up to get the vibrator out, and it didn't go down all the way.
"It has been a very rough journey." I said, hoping that he wouldn't make me explain.
"Are they using you as their sex slave, or something?" He asked, and I shook my head, and explained to him, pretty much everything that happened, and begged that he doesn't let the anyone know that I told him any of this.
"Well, the CIA already knows, they heard this live, they are in my ear." He said.
"Well, it's really the SVR that can't know." I said, and he picked me up, and brought me to his computer, sitting me on his leg as he continued whatever it is he was doing.
I thought it would be rude if I got up, so I stayed, on his leg for the next 12 hours, it was now 8PM. He closed his computer and put his ear piece away, then picked me up and went one floor down, which appeared to be like a living room, kitchen, dining room, bedroom, etc., even the bathroom was in the same room, exposed.
He sat me on the couch in the living room part. He went to the kitchen, and grabbed two glasses, and poured drinks into them. He sat down, and put the two drinks on the coffee table.
"One has water, the other has a very strong alcoholic beverage, you can choose one, but once you have chosen, you must drink the whole thing. The one with alcohol, has enough for me to lose my balance and not remember anything the next day, so for you, who knows. Also, if you refuse to pick, and just decide not to drink either of them, I will put you outside in the snow." He said.
I had no idea why he was doing this, but I decided to go along with it, "Umm... can I sniff them?" I asked, he nodded, little did I know, he had made the glass with water, smell even more like alcohol than the one with the alcohol. I thought they both smelled like alcohol, so I chose the one that smelled the least like it, which was the one with the alcohol.
I drank it all in one gulp, and realized immediately that it was the alcohol. After a few minutes, the alcohol started taking effect, and everything got blurry and I got dizzy. Then, all I could see where random colors, and I couldn't hear anything.
Once he realized that I was gone, he took my dress off, grabbed a whip, and whipped me as hard as he could. I felt the pain, I could still feel the pain clearly, but I was too drunk to do anything about it, I couldn't even scream, I just silently cried from the pain.
He kept whipping me until my belly and chest had red lines all along it. He then shoved a spiky dildo into my pussy and moved it around, causing me to bleed. He then abruptly pulled it out and picked me up, and opened the window, and threw me out, and I landed in the snow.
The snow cushioned my fall, but it was freezing, I was still unable to move, I was so drunk, and eventually passed out from being drunk. I woke up, shivering, a few hours later, it was now 2 AM, and I had been in the snow for 5 hours.
I had a horrible headache, kind of like the one from when I got drunk at the bar about a week ago. I stood up, I was naked and in lots of pain, and I slowly made my way back to the hotel.
It took me an hour to get to the hotel, but once I was in, I felt the warmth and went straight to my hotel room, thankfully nobody was there to see me walk in naked. When I arrived Viktor was asleep, I went into the bathroom and didn't bother closing the door, and took a warm shower.
The shower was to clean the blood off of me, and also to thaw me. I stayed under the water for at least 30 minutes, Viktor had woken up and was now standing naked in front of me in the shower, but my eyes were closed, so I didn't notice.
He put one hand on my lower back, and another on my pussy, pulled me close and started rubbing it. I moaned and opened my eyes, it felt good, so I didn't push him away. He put his dick in between my legs, up against my pussy, and moved it in and out, so that he was fucking my legs.
He held me tight, and I didn't want him to let go, as he stimulated my pussy with his dick. Once I reached orgasm, he took advantage of my loss of concentration, and picked me up and shoved me on his dick.
He held me up and fucked me hard, I was still lost in my orgasm, and I didn't try to stop him, despite the pain. A few seconds later, he accidentally slipped, causing him to land on his butt, and my head to hit the floor, before being brought back straight up.
It made me super dizzy, and I just sat there, trying to recover, as he just kept fucking me, despite his butt hurting, it didn't hurt that bad. He cummed in me and laid me down in the shower, water was shooting at my face, so I turned my head, as he started kicking me in the pussy.
The pain of him kicking me, combined with me hitting my head, finally made me pass out. He continued to kick me, then noticed that I my face was practically underwater, and he picked me up. He brought me out of the shower and onto his bed and started trying to wake me up to make sure I was still alive.
He felt my pulse, my heart was still beating, but I was not breathing. He brought me to the hospital, and they helped, by morning, I was awake, and mostly better.
That morning, a doctor came in to wake me up, and didn't know I didn't speak Finnish. I opened my eyes, and looked at him, he said something, and I just stared at him, and then he said something else, and I continued to stare, not knowing how to communicate that I didn't understand him.
Viktor, my "father", was brought in, he was genuinely grateful that I was alive, knowing it was his fault, he was guilty, and his emotions were mostly genuine. He ran up to me and hugged me, then said in Russian, "I am so glad you are ok!" None of the doctors spoke Russian, so they didn't understand anything.
He turned to the doctor who was trying to talk to me and said in Finnish, "She doesn't speak Finnish, we are on vacation, I will gladly translate for you." He offered, and the doctor agreed.
"Can you hear me?" The doctor asked.
"Yes." I said.
"Ok, you will have to be here for at least a week, we need to monitor your brain activity, it seems you have been exposed to high amounts of alcohol." Viktor pretended to be super shocked about the alcohol. "Have you drunk any alcoholic beverages recently to your knowledge." He asked.
I shook my head, "No." I lied and pretended to be confused. "Though, I was given a drink by a stranger yesterday," I lied, "maybe it had alcohol? It did taste kind of weird."
I didn't even tell Viktor the truth, as he relayed the message to the doctor. "Have you been sexually assaulted by anyone? We found evidence that you have been sexually assaulted multiple times over the past few weeks." Again, Viktor pretended to be super shocked at this.
"If by sexually assault, you mean a man putting his peepee in mine, then yeah, all the time by strangers." I lied about who it was that was raping me, but I did sound unfazed by it.
"I would like a moment alone with her." Said the doctor, "You too, sir." He said to Viktor. He left, despite my lack of ability to speak Finnish.
The doctor looked me in the eye, and said something in Finnish, I knew some words in Finnish, and I got the words "I am", "you", and "like your father." "I am you, like your father..." Nope. He smiled and pulled the covers down, revealing me completely naked, and he spread my legs.
He spread my pussy lips, and said something else that I couldn't understand, and pinched them. I grimaced, but restrained myself from defending myself, because I didn't want to reveal that I was capable of such a thing.
He put his finger deep in and his fingernail hit my cervix, I tensed and he abruptly pulled out his finger, making sure to make his fingernail hit the sides of my pussy on the way out.
He got on top of me and shoved his dick into me, he held my mouth shut, and fucked me hard. At this point, I saw no reason to try an resist, one way or another, I was gonna be raped.
I pretended to struggle and try to get free, just so that he wasn't suspicious, but I saw no point. At this point, the constant being raped and hurt, had gotten to my head, and I was not in the mood to stand up for myself, I was just emotionally and physically tired.
He cummed in me and cleaned up the cum from my pussy. He covered me back up, and left to tell the others that they could come back. Despite the pain of him fucking me, I barely shed a tear, so my face was virtually dry.
We had planned to leave Finland tonight, but due to my hospitalization, we were forced to stay for longer. Viktor contacted the SVR, and told them what happened, conveniently leaving out how he fucked me, he said that he woke up to a thunk and I had hit my head on the floor of the shower.
They didn't say anything to Viktor, but they knew that there was more to the story, and they wanted to talk to me. So Viktor came in and gave me his phone, which was currently in a call with someone from the SVR, and I said "Hello?" In Russian.
Someone from the other end, who I didn't recognize, said something, "Hello, Natalya, Viktor someting something you something in the something, but something something something..."
I interrupted them, and said in Russian, "I do not speak that much Russian." They sighed and I heard something happen on the other side, then I heard a familiar voice.
"Hello, Natalya." Said Yana, "I am going to translate what he was saying to you." She paused, then said, "Viktor told us you fell in the shower, but we suspect there is more to the story, because you wouldn't just slip and fall without a reason, so please tell us why you fell." I feel like she was saying it as it was being said, because she seemed to not know what a comma was.
"Well, I went to find John Doe, and found him, I kept my distance and tried to see what he was doing, but he spotted me, and..." I realized I couldn't tell her anything about the vibrator or anything, so I had to make something up.
"...and he recognized me, from the CIA, and he seemed to not want to hurt me, so I took this to my advantage, and decided to pretend to be on his side, but he discovered, somehow, that I was faking, and he caught me off guard and overpowered me.
"He then beat me up until I passed out, and I woke up in the snow, I made my way home, and warmed up in the shower. I slipped on the wet floor, because I was tired, and hit my head." I explained pretty much everything, then proceeded to tell them what I saw on his screen and that I had no idea if he was planning anything against us.
The next day, the doctors abruptly changed their mind, and said I could leave whenever I wanted, so I left, Viktor was not informed that I was let out. I was given clothes and I got dressed in a short yellow sun dress and a fur coat, they seemed to forget about the existance of underwear.
The dress went to my mid thighs, but even a small amount of wind would push it up to make my privates visible. The coat was not as long as the dress, it was actually a decent size for me, and it kept my upper body warm, which helped keep my lower body warm.
As soon as I walked out of the hospital, I realized why they had let me go. A bunch of men in suits were ready to detain me, they were CIA. The CIA had forced the hospital to let me go, since I was not that hurt.
Three men ran toward me, I saw them running, and I sprung into action. I knocked one out, then was grabbed my another, he pulled me back, causing both of us to fall to the ground, making my dress go up to reveal my pussy, which distracted the third guy.
I knocked out the guy who was holding me, then quickly knocked out the third guy. More men started pursuing me, then after I had knocked out more than 10 agents, I was shot in the shoulder. I fell backwards, but I got back up and ran as fast as I could, going in between and behind building, and out of their line of fire.
I was leaving a red trail in the snow, which was not helping me hide, so I kept running. I eventually decided, I needed to get away, because I was running out of breath, and they were in cars, so they didn't have a limit to their stamina.
I spotted two people who were outside of their cars yelling at eachother, the one hit the other's fender, and both cars were still running. I ran and got into the front one, and sped away, before any of them noticed.
I noticed that there was a man in the passenger seat, who had a gun, I didn't even question why he had a gun, I was too focused on reaching the gas pedal, and being able to see the road.
He pointed it at me, and said something in Finnish, so I ignored him. He said it again, this time louder, then he said it again, sounding really angry, but I had no idea what he was saying, so I ignored him, he could tell I was injured, blood running down from my shoulder.
Then he noticed three black unmarked cars chasing us, and he stopped pointing it at me. He pointed it at the CIA agents, not knowing they were CIA, and he fired at their tires, disabling two vehicles. The remaining one started firing back, but didn't realize that the shooter was in the passenger seat.
Bullets went above my head, but barely, I wasn't able to duck, or I wouldn't be able to see the road. I ducked anyway and another bullet went where my head was. I kept the steering wheel straight, praying that nothing was in my way, then all of a sudden, we hit something.
The car went upward and landed upside down. I didn't pass out, but I was stuck, the crash had squished me in between the seat, and the roof. The guy in the passenger seat was buckled, so he was mostly fine, and he tried to get me free, and somehow managed to do so.
He left the vehicle and took me in between two buildings, careful not to left me drip any blood on the road, exposing where we went. Somehow the CIA agents did not see where we went, and were confused when they found the car empty.
I was in quite a bit of pain, and I quietly cried into him as he carried me away, I was slightly confused as to why he was helping me, but then I realized that he probably assumed they were criminals.
My legs were the part that were the most hurt by the crash, and it hurt to move them at all. He didn't even attempt to make me carry myself, knowing that I was obviously in a lot of pain. He brought me to a building that looked very much abandoned, like it has never been touched in over 20 years.
There was a table in the center of the room, and I was placed on it, laying on my back. Because of the nature of the building, there were no heaters, so it was just as cold inside as outside.
He took off my coat and dress, and used his limited knowledge about first aid, to help me. I helped him, knowing more about such things than he did, and despite the language barrier, I was able to gesture places and stuff to get him to do the right thing.
I was cold and naked in front of him, and he gave me back the coat and dress, and put them on me. He pushed his pants out of the way, revealing his hard cock, and pushed my dress up and pulled me to the edge of the table so that he could reach my pussy.
I didn't resist, at this point it was normal, I just braced myself for the pain that was sure to follow. He fucked me slowly, and it actually felt good, I ended up having an orgasm while he was fucking me.
He put his cold hand up my dress, I shivered and he squeezed my flat chest. He went back and forth between my breasts, and eventually took his hand out and started rubbing my pussy. He made me reach another orgasm, and I squirmed and he cummed deep inside of me.
He pulled out and put my dress back down over the small amount of legs that they covered, and he just left, just straight up, left. I laid there for a good ten minutes, then tried to get up, I stood up, holding on to the table, but my legs couldn't hold myself up, so I gave up and laid on the ground.
I curled into a ball and eventually fell asleep in the middle of the building.