Late regrets

I woke up with a jolt, my head throbbing. The room was cold, dimly lit, and unfamiliar. I tried to sit up but couldn’t. Thick metal cuffs were locked around my wrists and ankles, chaining me spread-eagle to a sturdy metal bed frame. Panic surged through me instantly.

This was real. I had let them take me. I had walked into the van willingly, drunk the water, and now I was here. Regret hit me like ice water. Alex. He would be waking up soon and finding me gone. I started yanking at the chains, my heart hammering.

“Please… I changed my mind,” I whispered to the empty room. “I want to go home.”

The door opened. Emily stepped in with two other women from the group. They were carrying whips and paddles.

Emily smiled calmly. “Welcome to your new home, Sylvie. This is where we properly train our most promising girls.”

I begged immediately. “Emily, please… I don’t want this anymore. Let me go back to Alex. I’m sorry.”

Emily shook her head. “It’s too late for that. You belong to the group now.”

She turned on a speaker. The strongest hypnosis audio I had ever heard began playing, the voice deep and commanding, repeating endless loops of obedience and submission. At the same time the two women started whipping and spanking me.

The leather straps cracked across my ass and thighs. A heavy paddle slammed into my breasts and stomach. I screamed and thrashed against the chains as the pain mixed with the relentless hypnotic voice.

“You are a ****.”

“Your body exists to be used and sold.”

“You will learn to love your new life.”

Every time I cried out or begged them to stop, the whipping grew harder. Tears streamed down my face. The panic was overwhelming, but the audio kept drilling into my mind, trying to reshape me even as the pain continued.

Emily watched with calm satisfaction. “This is only the beginning, Sylvie. We have many weeks ahead. When we’re done, you’ll beg to be sold to your new owner.”

I sobbed as the audio looped and the whips came down again and again.

The real training had begun.