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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!

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

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

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

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

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,

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mountain steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards both guards placing

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steam from the edible creation still sing is the open door,

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entered and the two guards followed her, slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the locks.

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 a kid.

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 I had because of the crying dwindled to more of an

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

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

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

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 thom me and soon I heard retreating steps and then the familiar clicks of

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 with Pancakes, crispy bacon, fruit, and apple juice. I guess it was boukist

then pick it up later because they would not return until the next morning. I only had to go to the wall in

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 made me a little han inside to name them. That night, the

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

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