You Don't Really Have a Choice

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"Fine, I'll stay." I answer as my face gets redder in anger. Thankfully, I am able to remain calm enough to make the better decision.

"Good. I'll forgive your disrespectful little outburst this once and give you a warning instead. Keep it in mind that next time I won't be so generous."

100 days is a lot longer than it sounds. That is the next three and a half months of my life that will be spent in captivity here. I suppose that it is a better alternative to Chloe being trapped here but that still doesn't mean that I'm looking forward to any of this. I imagine that the first few days will probably be the slowest and the worst as I am **** to cope with my new life. Afterwards, I hope that it will become more routine and that the days will go by quicker. I'm still not entirely sure what my 'tasks' here will be but I have a bad feeling about it.

"Jezebel!" The Head Mistress calls out.

A few seconds later a small darker skinned girl rushes into the room. She is rather short and would probably barely stand above 5 feet without her heels. She has short and straight black hair, blue eyes and plump pink lips. A thin silver ring pierces her left nostril, shining brightly as the room's light reflects off of it. Her body is completely naked minus her legs which are wrapped in black fishnet stockings. She has pert and round breasts that dangle freely from her chest. Her mocha skin is covered in a thin layer of sweat which gleams, suggesting that she was busy with some sort of intensive task before being summoned. Similar to the last girl, Jezebel also has a collar with her name written in cursive on the front.

"Mistress?" She answers softly.

"I would like you to give our new resident a quick tour of the **** quarters, introduce her to her fellow slaves, then show her to her room. When you are finished, you may return to your duties." Mistress Rose is concise and strict as she issues her orders.

"Yes, Mistress." Jezebel replies.

Mistress Rose turns to me and gives one last instruction.

"Tomorrow morning at 8 am, you officially become a **** and will begin your training. I'd suggest you try to control your hatred and pride as it will only make life more difficult for you here."

I scoff at her last remark and with that, she struts off into the room that Jezebel came from, leaving me alone with the beautiful **** girl.