Jimmy woke up. He was stumped, and beyond confused as to what was going on. He had wild dreams, dreams that he knew his subconscious wasn't even capable of developing by itself, and he did not know why he had them.
All he knew was that he felt abused, and in a sense, overthrown by an entity that he couldn't have beaten, or even comprehended. He felt helpless.
However, every feeling of vulnerability he had, disappeared within a split second, and was replaced with more confusion, and rage, as soon as he took a look at his surroundings.
It was dawn already. The sun was rising across the horizon, hinting that he had been knocked out cold for at least four hours, maybe five. Gutaxun was walking forward as if he didn't need any commands.
Furthermore, his 'ball of semen' was gone. It had either slipped off of his hand while he was asleep, or he never held it to begin with. There was no way to tell for sure, but this wasn't even the worst part.
