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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!

they do this. Just let me stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me nightmares, it’s better than living

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

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

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 face.

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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the two mountain steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards both guards placing a hand on their guns and staying

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hurriedly put down a Itay of food, the steam from the edible creation still sing is the open

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slamming the door and I heard the clicks of the locks. I released a breath

was precut roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, steamed veggie mix of broccoli, green beans, baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two

tummy 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

that little camera in the ceiling, as

the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and I was too tired

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 not touch me. he was so close that I could feel his body beat caging me

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 the locked

wiped down. A fresh breeze

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

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

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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