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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!

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

at me expectedly. I trudge to the far wall near the window. I’ll just go back to bed after this and mess

boulders with bad crew top haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out of the 80’s. I place my

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 body. Four times he emptied his balls over my skin and then rubbed it into me like lotion, including my

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, but I was afraid it was going to be

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

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mountain steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards both guards placing a hand on their

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

veggie mix of broccoli, green beans, baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray: An apple juice box like I was

growled ferociously just as I started thinking I was not 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 enough for me. My tummy was sansted and the headache

would be that little camera in the ceiling, as

myself on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No words

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

running about and I could hear lots of focus around my 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 presence shit away

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

meal, 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 later

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.

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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