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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!

Just let me stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me nightmares, it’s better than living in the

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

with bad crew top haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out

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 just dropped his pants after the fourth round and

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

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

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maid hurriedly put down a Itay of food, the steam from the edible creation

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her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the locks. I released a breath I didn’t realize

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

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 enough for me. My tummy

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

on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she

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

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 their

were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent lingered in the air. Sitting on

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

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

visited by him. He came in and slept in my bed forced himself against my body. The first time he did that, I naturally protested. My disubedience got my arms cuffed tightly behind my back and a 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 him jerking off in my hands with his morning wood. He tracture my meht pinky finger when I tried to grab his

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