After the humiliating experience last time, I have lost the courage to keep fighting them. I know I will be sold somewhere and will lead a miserable life. I have no idea why other girls, brought in later than I, can be so happy now with their fate. Could it be something hidden deep inside them that makes them want to be a slave? But... I am Mi... No, I was Mistress' slave too and I felt happy with that. Then again, she always treated me as a princess, even though she was very much in control.
How nice it was when I saw my sister back, the one that was sold to Emme and Dimitri. I was able to forget about reality for a while, especially when she gave me the ad. The same one I have here:
I was too happy and instead of destroying the piece of paper, as I should have, I looked at it during dinner. I swear that bitch Emme has the sight of a hawk. She was standing behind me suddenly, lightly tapping my shoulder and holding her hand out: "Hand it over"! Yeah, as if! I knew she had seen me and knew that denying was useless. Instead, I refused blatantly. This is something I will not do again.
I shook my head in denial. Only seconds later a rain of swishes came down on my body. Hard enough to do something that was not done before: breaking my skin. You have no idea how that feels. It's unreal! You feel something so painful that you know you scream. At the same time you know this can't be truly happening. It is so well beyond what you ever experienced, that you cannot compare it to anything you can imagine. The first moments I was just surprised about the impact this made on my body and I don't even think I screamed. Well, that is till some moments later when I was able to compare the next strike with the previous ones. He didn't even ask me again and simply continued beating me till I passed out.
I lost track of time in a blur of pain and misery. Was it hours? Days? I have no idea really. One time when I woke up, my whole body in a vivid pain, but... at least having a clear mind, Master Dimitri and Mistress Emme came to me. It was obvious that the beating I had taken was not what it should have been. The concerned expression on that bitch's face said enough: I was not worth anymore what I was before.
I was given choice of two bads:
- Tell them who gave that ad to me;
- Wait for my sister Glenn to join me here in the facility.