Risk it for a biscuit!

My stomach growled again. "I'm sorry, Amber, but I have to eat something. Will you show me to the food?" I don't want to take anything for granted in this crazy world, even something like assuming I could go to the cafeteria and obtain food.

Amber chewed her plump lip thoughtfully, then nodded. "Okay, but try not to attract any attention." She ran her fingers through my hair to get it to fall on a wide veil around my shoulders. "And try not to be so obviously non-compliant." She sighed, and her expression got a little harder. "If we're discovered, I'm not helping you get out of it, understand? I will look after myself."

I remembered the way I fled, leaving her to an unpleasant fate just two days before. "Yup. Got it. I don't blame you."

She nodded once. "Okay, let's go. Walk behind me, don't make eye contact with anyone, and please don't do anything stupid. There's a lot they can still do to us."

Her words sounded ominous, but I didn't have time to get the full briefing. I just needed to eat something. "Got it. I'll be an obedient, demure good girl." I said, thinking myself cute or funny, trying to lighten the mood with some humor.

She nodded, very seriously. "Good, they like that. Oh, and sir. They're all assholes about the word sir. Use it, like, all the time."

Her response did not lighten my mood. Not one bit.

We left the locker room and Amber led me on a path along one of the outer walls. There were a number of small meeting rooms and conference rooms along the wall, many of which had large viewing windows instead of walls.

My heart lept into my chest when we passed one room where a woman I didn't recognize was bound, naked, to an X-shaped frame with some kind of piston machine fucking her frantically with a huge dildo. Amber didn't show the slightest indication she'd even noticed.

Then we passed another room with two men spit-roasting a petite girl I thought might have been Rachel.

Room after room, my heart sank back into my stomach as my pulse quickened. Room after room contained a single woman in some form of sexual distress.

We turned a corner and Amber turned her head to whisper back to me. "Those are the ones who failed their orientation. They're being repurposed, whatever that means. They put them in the visible rooms so we won't forget them, not that I think I could ever forget... any of that."

I shuddered, imagining how easily I might have accidentally found myself in their predicament. It took some effort to pull my mind away from the girls. I kept imagining what they must be thinking and feeling, to be so utterly and completely helpless. To be used to publicly. It actually started turning me on.

We proceeded down another hallway with conference rooms with real walls instead of windows. I didn't even want to know what might be going on inside them and Amber offered no comment.

"Here. There's food for us in here." She stopped at a door that used to be an old storeroom for broken desks. "Go in, take whatever you want, come back out." She turned and pointed to a small cluster of tables. Two girls stood at one, eating sandwiches. "Eat there. Don't talk to anyone. Then you really need to go see Mr. Jacobs."

She gave me instructions on how to find his office and what to do when I arrived. It was chilling and I couldn't imagine myself being so cavalier as she was about the whole thing.

"I'm sorry, I have to go. I might already be behind schedule." She gave me a quick hug. "Good luck! Remember: obey the men, say sir a lot, and look at the floor when you walk. You'll do fine."

And with that she turned and hurried away, wobbling occasionally in her heels.

I gathered some simple food: a ham sandwich, some carrot sticks, and a glass of milk, and carried it to the tables, choosing one as far from the other girls as I could. Neither of them looked up at me, so it was fine.

Every once in a while I thought I heard some distant screaming, but I couldn't quite be sure. At one point a man walked by and grabbed the ass of one of the other girls, who only thanked him and continued eating. It was the most unsettling meal I've ever had.