The clothes he's wearing.

In his final act of ****, he suddenly pulled me onto the ground and started clawing at my feet. Terrified, I backed up, thinking he was trying to kill me, when I realized that he was actually going for my shoes, which were pulled off my feet in an instant, along with my socks.

It was in that moment that I realized his final act. He was taking away my clothes as well???

By the time I realized his intentions, he had already pulled my shirt over my head and was in the process of pulling off my pants and underwear in one swift motion, exposing my entire nude body to my roommates.

Well, at least he didn't do this at the college.

I didn't realize it at the time, but when he forcibly pulled my clothes off of my body, that would end up being the last time I wore any clothes for a long, long time. Possibly ever again.

Mortified, I quickly stood back up and covered myself with my hands. My arms were shaking at how afraid and embarrassed I had become all of a sudden. “What the fuck, man?? I don’t even get clothes?!?” I shouted.

Grinning, my pants and underwear in hand, he stood upright and taunted me. “When I said everything, I meant EVERYTHING. Got it?!” He yelled in response.

He turned to my roommates. “Do what you want with him, but he is to stay like this no matter what,” he growled through gritted teeth. “Understand??”

The three of them nodded, my phone in the hands of one of my roommates.

“Good,” he responded before picking up my discarded shirt, shoes and socks. He turned back to me and laughed. “It’s about time you got what was coming to you, you motherfucker. Enjoy your new life.”

Before he left, I called out to him, still covering my naked body with my hands. "Wait!" When Austin turned around, I continued. "How long do I have to be like this?"