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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!

my bed even though it gives me nightmares, it’s

to bed after this and mess up everything like I have done every day. I guess I should be grateful that I get clean sheets: at least they

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

weeks ago 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

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, but I was afraid

attempt, I had been awake for several hours before I heard

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locks. I thought it was that asshole again, but instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the room

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the 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

yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and

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,

I presume would be that little camera in the ceiling, as

settled myself on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and I was too tired to say anything

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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