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78–Three Weeks

Event des vents fucking being ass ds. Or at least I think it’s been 20 days. I have been stuck in this room, by Events mself with the TV thank God for Netflix and Disney books and my inermings for what I believe is now

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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!

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

window. I’ll just go back to bed after this and mess up

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 with open pulms above my head on the wall as I have done since they

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 lightning. And the asshole jerked off watching me. He just dropped

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

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

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was the two mountain steroid entered the room

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steam from the edible creation still sing is the

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

baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray:

salivary glands water and proceeded to inhale the food. The favors were decent, the potatoes a little chunky but it

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

guards came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and

two bury men who to me to go to the wall instructed me to put my hands palms

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

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

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

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

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always kept still trom that point

tonile even inch of me

he wanted