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78–Three Weeks

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I guess I also get daily visits from “the bastard” as 11e to call him because saying his name recognizes his existence and I would love to not have anything to do with him. He gets off on pain and suffering literally.

Just like all the other days, my morning inner tantrum monologue is interrupted by Groucho and Grumpy entering the

mbestowed these nicknames on my bodyguards when they refused to engage in friendly conversation. Plus, the James it their daring personalities

The booming veces startled me and made me shoot out of bed. I would have been no doubt tangled in my sheets if they hatefully removed them from my body

Time to wake up!” Groucho said in his very thick Slavik accent. Maybe Russian? Not sure though. Some sort of Easter Sarigen would be my best guess. I can’t keep calling them Guard One or Two. I guess I could, but Groucho and Grungs are more entertaining and it suits their bland personality to boot!

in my bed even

Grumpy scowls and looks at me expectedly. I trudge to the far wall near the window. I’ll just go back to bed after this and mess up everything like I have done every day. I guess I should be grateful that I get clean sheets: at least they

similar, and they are just too massive to fight. Like walking boulders with bad crew top haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out of the 80’s. I place my hands with open pulms

and every cell in my body felt like it was being shocked by lightning. And the asshole jerked off watching me. He just dropped his pants after the fourth round and pumped until he came all over my

morning when I finally woke up and remained that way, without food, water, or a shower until that evening when he came in and released my bondage. He didn’t stay, thankfully and when I returned to the room after a scalding hot forty–five–minute shower where I rubbed my skin raw, there was some chicken noodle soup on a tray but I refused to eat it. I know I should have, I did need my strength,

that, day three since my escape attempt, I had been awake for several hours before

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I thought it was that asshole again, but instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards both guards placing a hand on their guns and

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followed her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the locks. I released

beans, baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on

get to touch it. But apist t better judgment, I let my salivary glands water and proceeded to inhale the food. The favors were decent, the potatoes a little chunky but it was certainly more than edible and that was good

what I presume would be that little camera in the ceiling, as soon as I was done and

on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and I was too

palms flat on the wall and to face it. One of them came behind me and, while he did not touch me. he was so

a different language, and I could faintly hear small feminine Voices replying to them. Maybe 15 minutes passed before I felt their presence shit away thom me

I spun around. The bed was made, the sheets clean and fresh, the surfaces of all the furniture and even the wooden floor still had a shine on them like they were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent lingered in the air. Sitting on the table by the TV was a tray

door hands on their guns. What I presume was dinner followed later where the maid would bring the tray and then pick it up

rudely told to shut up. One time I tried to keep a fork for a weapon, it was the only time the guards laid a hand on me. They barged in without any warning, one picked me up and took me to the wall. pinning me roughly with his whole body while the other searched for the room. When they showed me the fork. I tried to act innocent and made a sarcastic comment to which they did not even bat an eyelash. How rade! See, the nicknames for my guards were fitting! Plus, they had this intense resting bitch face, and it just

dildo gag in my mouth. Now, every night that he visits, he just cuffs and gags me, saving I have team freedom, Because of our height difference, my hands were always very close to his manhood and often ended un touching it. Even woke up a fey times with

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