Who knows?

He simply laughed and responded, "When me and Brittany have decided that you've suffered enough."

I groaned at the vagueness. "How long is that going to be??"

Austin grinned. "Brittany said a whole year at one point, but I think that's too much."

I scoffed at the amount. "Agreed."

He then cackled. "Then again, if it was up to me, you'd never get your stuff back ever!"

With those final words, he wrapped up my clothes in a bundle, walked out to his truck (with all of my possessions in the back), and drove off.

And the rest was history. Benjamin Stetson, your own local unintentional nudist. Which I didn’t realize until then was my own personal Hell.

This is pretty much where the story is at right now. If you want to add more to it, feel free! I might continue the story myself at some point, but for now, this is where it canonically stops.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

EDIT: If you have any ideas for what could happen to Ben next, please feel free to comment on what you want to see!