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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!

this. Just let me stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me nightmares, it’s

this and mess up everything like I have done every day. I guess

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 above my

that I tried to escape and learned of Brianna’s resurrection and lifetime betrayal. He electrocuted me twenty–six times before I passed out that day. Twenty–six times my body convulsed and every cell in my body felt like it was being shocked by lightning. And the asshole jerked off watching me. He

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.

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

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was that asshole again, but instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the room swiftly,

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the door and I heard the

of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were

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

in the ceiling, as soon

with the

then things changed starting on day four. That next morning I was woken up but these two bury men who to me to go to the wall instructed me to put my hands 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 close that I

room. The guards were barking orders in a different language, and I could faintly hear small feminine Voices replying to them. Maybe 15 minutes passed before I felt

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

maid would bring the tray and then pick it up later because

with his whole body while the other searched for the room. When they showed me the fork. I tried to act innocent and made

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

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hostile so I always kept still trom that point

to tonile even inch of me

he wanted