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Chapter 6

What comes next?

I adjust to my new life.

They had left me alone for almost a week. I was trying to think about how to get myself out of this hell I had wandered into, but there was no way out. I was guarded every minute of every day. I was sure the room was under observation, I had not been able to find any cameras yet, but I was sure they were there. I was given anything that I wanted to read, or any movie that I wanted to watch. They would not let me watch regular TV. I figured it was because I would know that date then and be able to match my movements to certain dates.

The men left me alone. When Mr. Gray had escorted me back to my room/prison cell he said, "No one will touch you unless you desire it. My men are under strict orders not to physically touch you. Please let me know if any of them do not understand this."

I decided to push my situation a little bit and told him, "Who gives a fuck what you tell anyone. I am just your fucking sex **** so you can go to hell with your little attempts to try and treat me all nice. I don't buy it, or your fake niceness. I remember what you did to me, and what you still let your so called customers do. I am just a fucking **** whore who has to do any perverted sexual thing you say. So go to hell and get out of here."

He looked at me with a little smile on his face, almost a smirk and replied, "You are in fact my ****. How much you enjoy your life is up to you. I am just using you to make money. I don't care at all how you feel. Watch how you talk to me or you will regret it, I can promise you that."

Then he left and I was alone. I only saw one of his men three times a day when I was brought food. There was a full fridge stocked with soda and snacks. They would also replenish those as I ate them. I decided I would quickly grow fat if I did not have some exercise.

"Tell Mr. Gray that I want to see him," I told one of the big goons the next time one came to drop off food. It was the one I had nicknamed butt ugly, for obvious reasons. The other one I called fat slob, again for obvious reasons. Butt ugly like to stare at me when he brought the food, or restock the fridge. He was tall, and thick with beady little eyes, no chin, and a thick forehead. He looked like a caricature of a caveman, all he needed was a club and I was as good as ****.

"What did you say," he stammered out while staring at my tits.

"I said you Neanderthal Cretin that I need to see Mr. Gray. Do you need me to spell it for you?"

He sat staring at my young body, I realized he was considering taking me right there, but then I also realized he must fear Mr. Gray as much as I did. "OK," he answered finally. Then he left me alone in my room again.

I repeated my request over the next few days to no avail. Mr. Gray did not show up, he did not care apparently what I needed. I was sitting watching a movie, a nice romantic comedy, when he appeared. My stomach clenched in a tight knot of fear as I saw him come into the room.

"You needed to see me?"

I answered with all the sarcasm I could muster, "Yes, I want some equipment to exercise. I am getting fat just sitting her. I am sure your customers don't want a fat fuck girl. I'm sure they want a tight, hot body to ****."

Ignoring my tone he said, "I will get some equipment for you. Now are you ready for your next client?"

Who is my next client?

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