Two weeks passed since she started taking the pills

Whatever it was, Carrie grabbed her beer and took a drink, swallowing the pills down, and grandpa whispers something in her ears.

Two weeks passed in which Carrie took two pills every day as prescribed by my grandfather. Carrie had taken the pills without question, trusting that my grandfather would only do what was best for her and after each dose grandpa whispered something in her ear.

After another week, one Sunday as we were having dinner, she announced that she had quit her job. I was shocked and reminded her that we have to pay off the loan and that is only possible if we both work. She then assured me that I need not worry and that we would be financially secure with her new job. My grandfather chuckled and winked at her as he said, "That's right, sweetheart. You're going to be taking care of us from now on, so me and my grandson don't have to work anymore."

I was furious and stood up, "That's enough. I want to know what kind of work do you want to do that will support all three of us?" I demanded. Carrie just smiled at me, her lips parted slightly. She looks at my grandpa and he nodded in approval. "Well, sweetie, you see, I will be a High-class prostitute."

I was taken aback, my mouth agape. "What did you just say?" I managed to croak. My grandfather's face split into a wide grin, revealing his yellowed teeth. "Oh, she's going to be working for me, son. You know how much I've always admired those beautiful women who can pleasure a man so well. And Carrie here," he patted her on the shoulder, "she's going to be the best of the best. I have my connections you know."

Carrie smiled back at my grandfather, her eyes sparkling. "That's right, honey. I'm going to make sure we're taken care of, just like you always wanted." My stomach churned at the thought of my girlfriend, becoming a prostitute. It was sick, wrong and it went against everything we'd ever talked about. But Carrie didn't seem to mind, she seemed excited even. "And you know what?", her voice almost giddy, "I'm going to be the best there is."

The door bell rings and my grandfather slapped his knee and laughed, a wheezing sound that made me uncomfortable. "That must be your first cutomers, go upstairs and change princess." He said with a lewd smile. Carrie blushed and nodded, hurrying upstairs. I wanted to do something, to stop this from happening, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. instead I went trembling to the door and opened.

Two middle-aged big and full tatooed men stood there and asked for my grandpa. Before I could answer, I saw my grandpa standing next to me. "Ah, come in gentlemen." He said with a toothy grin. They nodded and followed him inside. In the kitchen they throw a thick envelope on the table. "For how long do you want to take her away? and where are you taking her?" he asks the men. "This is payment for one week, and where we do take her it's none of your fucking business old man" they respond harshly.

My grandpa opens the envelope and sees the bills. "She's all yours gentlemen" grandpa says. "Come down honey, don’t keep our dear friends waiting." As we are waiting one of the men prepares a syringe and carefully fills it with a liquid from a capsule. "What's this?" I manage to stutter. He doesn't even look at me. I turn to my grandpa, who is counting the money and scream at him "What do they plan to do with her?" He looks at me and says completely emotionless and cold "They paid son, and she is their property for the time, they can do what ever they want. It's not our business, so relax."

Carrie comes downstairs with a smile on her face in all her beauty and cuteness but she looks anything but classy. Instead she looks like a cheap whore. Her outfit is exactly how a cheap slutty street whore would wear namely a tiny black top and minishorts that barely covers her ass. Her makeup is overdone and her lips are red as cherry.

As she approaches one of the men, the other puts in a quick move a bag over her head and holds her with one hand and with the other hand he covers her mouth so that his partner can inject the syringe into her arm. Her body begins to shake and she kicks her legs around uncontrollably. I try to rush forward but I feel my grandfather's strong grip on my shoulder holding me back. "Let them do what they paid for" he whispers in my ear. "It's not our business anymore." Slowly her struggles stops and her body becomes limp in their arms. I feel sick to my stomach as I watch the men drag Carrie out of the house and throw her into the van. They close the doors and drive away, leaving us alone.

My grandfather finally lets go of my shoulder and sighs. "Well, that's that." He says with a resigned tone. "Come on, let's go upstairs and get you changed." I follow him numbly, unable to process what just happened. Upstairs, Carrie's clothes lay neatly folded on the bed, waiting for me to put them on. My heart feels like it's been ripped out of my chest. She's gone, sold to these monsters. "Its just for a week, son" My grandpa tries to comfort me, but it does little to ease the ache in my chest.

I feel dirty, and suddenly throw up on the floor. My grandfather looks at me with disgust and leaves me alone, retreating to his room with a heavy sigh. I wander around aimlessly, unable to focus on anything. The house feels empty without her. All I could do was trying to sleep, so I lay down and fainted.

Loud music and laughter wake me up. I go down the stairs to see my grandfather sitting on the couch, hugging two old hookers. The table in front of them is full of expensive food and champagne. "Come on, son. Life has only just begun. Let's enjoy it," he shouts at me, full of euphoria. Then he says to one of the hookers "That's my grandson, move your lazy ass make him feels good" pointing at me.

I feel like I'm in a dream. I don't know what to do. The hookers start to touch me, caress my body. They kiss me, suck on my neck. They stink of ****, cheap perfume and sweat. Still having the taste of vomit in my mouth, I feel sick. My grandfather is laughing, enjoying the show. "That's it, son. You're learning fast." he says, watching me with a satisfied smile. "Forget the slut. You're bachelor for a week. Make the most of it." he says, pouring me a glass of champagne.

One of the hookers, her name is Tiffany, whispers something in my ear. "You like me, baby?" She asks, running her fingers through my hair. I nod, unable to speak. She smiles, revealing a set of ugly yellow teeth. "Good boy." She says, pulling me closer. Her breasts press against my chest, and her hips grind against mine. My grandfather laughs, taking another sip of his champagne. "That's right, son. Enjoy yourself."

The other hooker starts to unzip grandpa's pants, revealing his large, throbbing member. She takes it in her hand and strokes it slowly, expertly. My grandfather closes his eyes, moaning with pleasure. "That's it, baby." He says, his voice thick with lust. I sit on the couch next to grandpa as Tiffany pull my pants down and kisses her way down my body, taking my hardness into her mouth. I can't believe this is happening. I'm losing control. The pleasure is overwhelming. I close my eyes and moaning Carrie's name unconsciously again and again.

As I open my eyes I realize its just a hooker and not my beloved Carrie. I feel a sharp pain in my heart as I remember that I am no longer with her. The hooker, sensing it "Oh, you miss your little slut, don't you?" Tiffany says, her voice husky. "Do you want to hear how they tame your slut, as I blow you?" she says maliciously gives my grandpa an evil smile. My grandfather laughs, "Go on, tell him." He encourages her.

"Well, she's got quite the attitude, your slut girlfriend. But they teach her a lesson. First of all, they pump her full with ****. Day and night they hook her on the sickest **** you can imagine. Then they bring in sadictic men. They **** her lick their asses until she gags. And when she's done, they fuck her. Hard, brutal and merciless. They take turns, one after another. They make her scream and beg for mercy. And then they do it all over again, just to remind her who's in charge." Tiffany whispers in my ear with her terrible bad breath and stroke my cock as she describes in detail what happens to my Carrie.

My grandfather laughs, "Go on Tiffany, you just told him the pleasant part. Tell him the worst part too!" He takes another sip of his drink and smirks.

"Oh, the worst part?" Tiffany asks, running her tongue along my shaft and looks at me with a warning look. "Do you really want to know? Can you handle hearing about the worst part?"

I nod, feeling a chill run down my spine. "Tell me." I manage to croak. "Are you sure?" Tiffany asks, her voice mocking. "Because once you hear this, there's no going back. You'll never be able to unhear it, or unsee it." I suddenly lost my courage. I shook my head and said "I've changed my mind. I don't want to know. Please stop."

Tiffany laughs and leans in close to my ear, her bad breath sending shivers down my spine. "They film everything. Every single moment. Your little Carrie being destroyed on her knees, begging for mercy. Her pretty little face covered in cum, piss, shit and tears. When they bring her back to you, you get a copy of the film. Its up to you and your grandpa if you watch it of not." Her voice trails off, leaving a dark, ominous silence in its wake.

"I don't know about you, son but I can't wait to see the film and fap the shit out of my balls." he says, his grin widening as he takes another sip of his drink. I can't help but feel a cold chill run down my spine. The thought of seeing Carrie like that, broken and used...it's too much. I put my pants up, push Tiffany away and go upstairs to my room, trying to erase the images Tiffany put in my head from my mind.

A week passed and I couldn't breath without thinking about her. Every moment of every day I thought about what she might be going through, and what they might be doing to her. I wanted nothing more than to hold her and tell her everything would be alright. I jumped by every passing car, cause I thought it might be her coming back. My grandfather would see the look on my face and laugh, telling me it was only a matter of time before they brought her back. But each day that passed seemed like an eternity.

Finally, the seventh day came. They brought her back, but she wasn't the same girl I had fallen in love with. She was a shell of her former self. Her eyes were dull and lifeless, her once-radiant skin now pale and sallow. Her posture was slumped and defeated, as if all the fight had been beaten out of her. As she was led into the room, I couldn't help but feel a mix of horror and pity. There were needle marks all over her arms. She smelled horribly of sweat, urine and feces and I fought against throwing up. I laid her on the bed, careful not to touch her too much, and covered her with a blanket as she fainted.

A loud roar from my Grandpa make me jump and I run into his room. He was just yelling "WTF.... Whaaat theeee Fuuuckkk. Oh Yeessss. That's sick. Holy shit." As he sees me coming in, he closes his laptop as fast as he could. "They film everything, son" he said holding his cock. "And you are masturbating to it you sick fuck?" I yelled at him. "I tried, but It's even too much for me. I don't think you want to watch this, son" he grins and goes out.

With shaking hands I opened his laptop. I had to choose. Should I delete the film or watch it?