the Next couple weeks.

'Training' was harsh to say the least. I found it best to keep quiet and do what I was told. For the first week we were kept tied standing up in a cell. It was a tall and narrow metal tube that echoed and it had a grate system at the bottom. At what seem to be random times I would be dosed with super cold water and the fan would turn from the bottom. I would be cleaned by woman in the same cat like outfit and hand fed but all the time in chains. I could hear girls screaming and crying all the time. I didn't think too hard about it. I was focused on surviving at this point. I had already been offered **** and I turned it down. The only I had left was to survive whatever way I could.

I did not know what I was expecting, if anything. I had given up hope I would ever get out of this. We went to fittings, I was assuming for outfits we would later wear. Otherwise we were constantly nude. I got use to it.

Apart from the nudity and the constant humiliation, (having to pee in public and such) we were tended to rather well. They kept my legs and pits shaved. I assumed they didn't want us to have a razor.

The "us", that is another thing. I haven't counted but there seems to be hundreds of us. Girls from all walks of life being kept here. Of course, we haven't talked or exchanged stories but I know there are a lot of us. I didn't care about them and didn't want to make friends. I wanted to survive.

I made a bad decision, I trusted a man. I was too trusting with fantasies. My soul hurt, but I wasn't worried about that right now. I wanted to live.