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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!
in my bed even though it gives me nightmares, it’s better than living in the
scowls and looks at me expectedly. I trudge to the far wall near 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 be grateful that I get clean sheets: at
haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids
shocked by lightning. And the asshole jerked off watching me. He just dropped his pants after the fourth round and
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 had been awake for several hours before
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instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the room swiftly, the guards
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maid hurriedly put down a Itay of food, the steam from
quickly
door and I heard the clicks
broccoli, green beans, baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were placed on the silver tray:
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
be that little camera in the ceiling, as
came in with the maid and she removed No words were said, and I was too tired to say
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
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 minutes passed before I felt their presence shit away thom me and soon I heard retreating steps
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
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 the mornings, which I deduced quickly was so that the maid or maids could
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,
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 made it clear
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so I always kept still trom that point
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