Girl #1

The man shook his head. "You two are joined at the hip. Jessica, your playmate's back."

Jessica looked up and beamed. "Cassie, it's playtime!"

Cassie knelt down across from the blonde, smiling the same way. After the man had left the room, though, she frowned. "Do I know you?"

Jessica nodded. "I'm Jessica. We're good slaves, except when we forget. Did you forget again? We have to help each remember."

"No, thanks. I remember. We're good slaves. How long have we been good slaves?"

"I don't know. I hardly remember before I was a ****. You?"

Cassie wanted to say that she remembered, but after thinking about it, the details of her old life were vague, blurry. She had been an actress, hadn't she? Was there a boyfriend, or a husband?