The flat screen television flickered on. In the few dim rays of morning light that crept through the tattered curtains of my cell, I heard the voice that wouldn't stop haunting me.

"Ahh, there we go. You're going to enjoy this," Nathan said, straightening up on the screen. The well-worked muscles of his chest and midsection filled out the image while the camera jittered with his adjustments. He wasn't wearing any clothes. My eyes traced down the trail of hair from his chest and belly to his large, swaying...