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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!

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

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

them order. They sound so 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

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 pumped until he came all over

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

day after that, day three since my escape attempt, I had

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

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hurriedly put down a Itay of food, the steam from

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her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the

of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray: An apple juice box like I

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

be that little camera in the ceiling, as soon as

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

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

gently move my head so I could see maids 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

like they were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent lingered in the air. Sitting on the table by the TV

was done with the 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 because they would not return until the next morning. I only had to go to the wall in

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

every night I was 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 dick and injure him. He

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