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Sex Slave
"He was very attractive, but my favourite thing about him was the fact that he could take pain and it didn't defeat him. He could beg and he could definatley put up a fight."
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I sighed as my eyes wandered accross the dark room. Burghundy candles dotted the room with a slightly coloured glow and a cinamon scent. I gazed from left to right as I paced, my black boots colliding with the floor being the only noise in the otherwise silent atmosphere. At either side of me, women were cuffed to walls. They could barely stand. They were worn out or drugged up. They didn't even know where they were. "Pick one," a deep voice said from behind me. I spun around to meet the man's gaze,
"One of these?" I asked him, my eyes narrowed, his widened.
"Choose one, you can have any one you want." he told me. I stared at him in disgust, grabbing the arm of the woman nearest to me. She didn't even respond, her arm was limp and lifeless.
"And why would I want one of these?" I told the man, tugging on the woman's arm. She whimpered a little, her dull eyes opening slightly. "Look at this one..." i spat, "She's pathetic."
I could feel the woman trying to tense up, to struggle, but she didn't even have the energy. My eyes scanned down her body, her bones pressed tightly against her skin, which was covered in bruises and dressed in nothing but a black thong. Deep, purple bags had settled under her desperate eyes and her auburn hair fell in tattered strands besides her face. "She's pathetic." I repeated, releasing my grasp on her arm, "They all are."
"So do you not want a woman?" the man asked me, his tone beginnig to hint flecks of anger. "then why did you come here? We have many other men who would take one."
"Well I thought you would've kept them in better condition," I sneered, "Have you even examined them, they're broken, what could they possibly do for me?" The man smirked at me, pacing toward me, I kept my composure.
"Once the drugs have worn off, they could do anything you want." He grinned, "So tell me, are you in, or out?"
Suddenly, the door flung open. I backed towards the far wall, throwing my gaze towards the door. "NO, GET OFF ME!" A desperate voice cried, "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!" Three men entered the room, one being dragged in by two others. The men stopped infront of us, grasping the captive by his arms. He struggled, shouting and kicking. "SHUT UP." one man shouted, kicking the captive in the back of the leg, causing him to fall to his knees. His body wretched with every breath he took, his head hung, his fists clenched. "We found this one trying to get in through the window on the back street," one man said.
"P-please, my sister, Anna, please, let me have her back," he begged, the man on his left arm kicked him in the stomach in an attempt to shut him up. He winced, his body shaking violently, but he rose his head and began to beg again. I was mesmerised. "Please! You can't just take my sister.." he began, only to be kicked again. Still, he didn't give up.
I stared at him, unable to take my eyes away. His hair was a dark brown at one side, and shaved and bleached at the other. His skin was milky white and his body was slim, but looked well built from what i could see. He was wearing tight black jeans and a baggy grey t-shirt, which had been ripped. His dark eyes burned into the men's skulls surrounded by a smudged layer of black eyeliner and filled with fear and desperation. He was very attractive, but my favourite thing about him was the fact that he could take pain and it didn't defeat him. He could beg and he could definatley put up a fight. I looked over at the broken women, they looked terrified, but they didn't even have the energy to scream. Then i looked back over at the boy, my imagination went wild as I imagined situations where he could scream perfectly.
"What should we do with him?" The men asked their boss,
"I'm in..." i interrupted. The room fell silent, except for everybodys heavy breathing. All eyes were on me.
"Y-you're in?" the boss asked me, "I thought you said the women were broken." I let a wide smirk spread accross my face.
"Oh, they are." I smiled, pacing over to where the four men were stood. "I don't want any of them." I looked down at the captive, he stared back up at me with burning eyes,
"I want this one."
"One of these?" I asked him, my eyes narrowed, his widened.
"Choose one, you can have any one you want." he told me. I stared at him in disgust, grabbing the arm of the woman nearest to me. She didn't even respond, her arm was limp and lifeless.
"And why would I want one of these?" I told the man, tugging on the woman's arm. She whimpered a little, her dull eyes opening slightly. "Look at this one..." i spat, "She's pathetic."
I could feel the woman trying to tense up, to struggle, but she didn't even have the energy. My eyes scanned down her body, her bones pressed tightly against her skin, which was covered in bruises and dressed in nothing but a black thong. Deep, purple bags had settled under her desperate eyes and her auburn hair fell in tattered strands besides her face. "She's pathetic." I repeated, releasing my grasp on her arm, "They all are."
"So do you not want a woman?" the man asked me, his tone beginnig to hint flecks of anger. "then why did you come here? We have many other men who would take one."
"Well I thought you would've kept them in better condition," I sneered, "Have you even examined them, they're broken, what could they possibly do for me?" The man smirked at me, pacing toward me, I kept my composure.
"Once the drugs have worn off, they could do anything you want." He grinned, "So tell me, are you in, or out?"
Suddenly, the door flung open. I backed towards the far wall, throwing my gaze towards the door. "NO, GET OFF ME!" A desperate voice cried, "GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME!" Three men entered the room, one being dragged in by two others. The men stopped infront of us, grasping the captive by his arms. He struggled, shouting and kicking. "SHUT UP." one man shouted, kicking the captive in the back of the leg, causing him to fall to his knees. His body wretched with every breath he took, his head hung, his fists clenched. "We found this one trying to get in through the window on the back street," one man said.
"P-please, my sister, Anna, please, let me have her back," he begged, the man on his left arm kicked him in the stomach in an attempt to shut him up. He winced, his body shaking violently, but he rose his head and began to beg again. I was mesmerised. "Please! You can't just take my sister.." he began, only to be kicked again. Still, he didn't give up.
I stared at him, unable to take my eyes away. His hair was a dark brown at one side, and shaved and bleached at the other. His skin was milky white and his body was slim, but looked well built from what i could see. He was wearing tight black jeans and a baggy grey t-shirt, which had been ripped. His dark eyes burned into the men's skulls surrounded by a smudged layer of black eyeliner and filled with fear and desperation. He was very attractive, but my favourite thing about him was the fact that he could take pain and it didn't defeat him. He could beg and he could definatley put up a fight. I looked over at the broken women, they looked terrified, but they didn't even have the energy to scream. Then i looked back over at the boy, my imagination went wild as I imagined situations where he could scream perfectly.
"What should we do with him?" The men asked their boss,
"I'm in..." i interrupted. The room fell silent, except for everybodys heavy breathing. All eyes were on me.
"Y-you're in?" the boss asked me, "I thought you said the women were broken." I let a wide smirk spread accross my face.
"Oh, they are." I smiled, pacing over to where the four men were stood. "I don't want any of them." I looked down at the captive, he stared back up at me with burning eyes,
"I want this one."
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