Now this is where it gets a little hazy. After my abuse I collapsed onto the filthy wet stained mattress. Exhausted and pissed I was in my own little world. I knew I was still surrounded by men but I felt disconnected from life. Just glad it was over.
I thought one of the thugs took pity on me as he passed me a bottle of water. Exhausted and d*unk I quickly drank it. Minutes after I felt worse, I was hot and sweating, my skin clammy, my heart racing and my vision becoming blurred. It felt like my body was shutting down. The room was spinning, I couldn't focus, I couldn't keep my eyes open. Then darkness....
When I woke I was in bed. My head pounding, feeling sick, my body hurting I began to open my eyes. I was wrapped up in my duvet. I had my pillows. I was in my bed? But as my brain clicked into action it felt like home but it wasn't home. I lay in bed silent. The room smelt of damp. A sheet covering the window. Trying to gather my thoughts. Trying to comprehend the suffering and abuse I'd suffered. It felt like a horrible horrible dream but my surroundings and aching body made me realise it was indeed very real.
After a few minutes I felt brave enough to move. The first thing I noticed was I was still dressed, but my cock was now locked in a cold stainless steel chastity device. The room was bare other than the mistress I lay on and bin bags piled up in the corner and a broken mirror on the wall. VI called out but no one responded. Realising I was alone I got out of bed catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked horrible! The make up that was left on my face was atrocious. I looked a state.
Feeling brave I stepped out of the bedroom and began to investigate. The 1st room I found was a filthy dirty bathroom. Followed by a tiny kitchen and then lounge with sofa tv and coffee table. I staggered over to the sofa and sat down. I began to cry, I cried out of fear, humiliation and the unknown. Where was I? How did I get here? What's going to happen to me?
I dried my eyes and looked at the tableOn the table was a phone, fags, lighter ashtray and a phone.
The note said -
Welcome to your new home whore!
You belong to us now.
Your flat is now our flat.
Your body is for our enjoyment.
This is your new phone.
These are your fags
everything you will ever need is in the bedroom.
Your to be ready and available 24/7 and always dressed to please you whore!
Failure to comply will result in the videos on the phone being shared with your family and friends!!!!!
THE BOSS
(Now look at the phone)
After reading the note a couple of times I was now shaking with fear, I was petrified. First I lit a cigarette, which calmed me a little. Then I picked up the phone. I immediately went to the photos and videos. Each picture and video was of me last night. I couldn't watch myself being used humiliated and abused. I had another cigarette and then went to the bedroom. What did the note mean - everything you will ever need is in the bedroom.???
Opening the bin bags I soon realised it was full of my clothes, dresses, skirts, school uniforms, underwear, shoes, pvc etc. Another bag constrained the contents of my bathroom, all my make up, hair removal, shavers, body lotions etc..
Feeling ill I quickly ran to the bathroom to be sick. I felt terrible, my throat hurt and I needed a drink. I opened the fridge and it was filthy, full of WKD blue and vodka. No food. I quickly found a glass and drank glass full after glass full of water. |
