The owner of this house clearly shows you your place.

You are led somewhere to the basement.

You are thrown onto the wooden floor in some small windowless room.

The only door closes from the outside.

It is cold. You are shaking from cold and fear.

You hear the irritated voice of Grumpy Caleb: "I recognized the blonde slut... This stupid boyslut used to be called William... William lived in this village. Although he has no relatives left - I prefer not to risk it. The probability that someone will recognize him despite the external changes is still there... Therefore, I will sell him at the first opportunity to one of the traveling merchants. And where did the second boyslut live before?"

Bellworth's calm voice answers him: "Far from here. The village of Bleakford. It is a place on the eastern edge of the forest. But you see that Michael... or rather Michelle is not yet fully prepared for her new "role" in this world... I am sure that you will be able to... train her."

Mocking laughter.

The sound of feet on the stairs.

The creak of a door.

It is obvious that Bellworth is leaving this house.

The door to your room opens quickly.

You jump back against the wall in horror.

A lanky, muscular man rushes into the room.

His wrinkled face with a graying mustache and stubble on his chin expresses anger. His dark brown eyes exude a fierce determination.

His hairy, muscular arms look much stronger than your weak, hairless, thin, feminine arms.

Grumpy Caleb pulls out a sharp dagger with a serrated blade from its sheath.

He then comes close to you, bringing the tip of the dagger to your face.

You tremble in fear and whine. Tears flow from your eyes unceasingly.

You smell foul breath from his mouth.

His left hand grabs your throat. At the same time, his right hand brings the tip of the dagger closer to your eye.

Cruel words reach your ears: “If you try to scream and call for help one more time – I’ll just kill you, bitch! You understand me, bitch! I don’t give a shit about your life! I’ll easily slit your throat! Don’t worry – your lifeless body will be put to good use! Ha! Ha! The next night, Bernhardt will take this bloody meat! I think you know what a “gourmet” he is! Ha! Ha! Or would you still prefer to be an obedient bitch? Answer me right now!”

You wheeze quietly and pitifully in response: “Ahhhhhhh… I… I… will be obedient… I’m an obedient bitch…”

The fingers release your throat.

You fall to your knees, hitting the wooden floor painfully.

You are breathing heavily...

A voice filled with sadistic pleasure sounds nearby: "Excellent! I love obedient bitches! Now I will ask you some questions... So, what is your name?"

You can barely catch your breath after suffocating.

You answer: "I... My name is Michael Hastings..."

Suddenly, this cruel male pounces on you again.

He rips off your light yellowish women's dress and forces you to get into a "all fours" position on the wooden floor.

His muscular arms wrap around your body, pulling down your white, hard thong.

Then you feel the pain...

Slap! Slap! Slap!

Hard spanking blows on your plump buttocks.

This lasts for about five minutes straight.

You whine and cry silently incessantly, realizing that loud screams may lead to Grumpy Caleb simply deciding to slaughter you like a pig.

At the end of this humiliating "procedure", your plump buttocks have acquired a bright pinkish or even slightly reddish hue.

Your tormentor leans towards your ear: "Last chance... What is your name, bitch?"

Sobbing, you quietly answer: "My name... My name is Michelle..."

Grumpy Caleb laughs contentedly: "Bingo! The answer is correct. You are not a man. You are a pathetic effeminate bitch. Boyslut. Dirty whore. You are my property, which will bring me profit. I am your master. You will address me with respect - "master Caleb". Unless of course you want the alternative - to be a piece of tasty meat for ghouls... So, answer me, who are you and who am I?"

You are seized with horror.

You, holding back loud sobs and enduring pain, slowly say: "I... I am your property... I am your whore... I am the bitch Michelle... You are my master... You are master Caleb... I will be an obedient bitch... I will listen to you, master Caleb... Please, do not punish me!"

Muscular hairy arms release you.

You fall exhausted on the wooden floor.

Grumpy Caleb says contentedly, "Well, that's enough for today... Tomorrow is your first day on the job, slut... Sweet dreams, bitch! Ha! Ha!"

You hear the door creak. Then the jingle of keys. The door is locked again from the outside.

You lie exhausted on the wooden floor, shaking from pain, cold and fear.

There is nothing in this small room.

Not even a bed.

You curl up into a fetal position and gradually fall asleep.