It was almost six weeks since this girl had walked through my door, offering her
completed slave contract to me with her tiny hand, eager to embark on what she must
have thought would be an exciting sexual adventure.
I watched her now as she lay sleeping on the concrete floor of her cell in the cellar.
One of two, it was more of a cage than a cell, measuring only six feet square, its two ends
barred, ands its sides made of heavy stone.
The dim light in the gloomy cellar glinted gently against the bars, picking out the patch of
white concrete in one corner of he...
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