Hard Time's

Killer Shangri-Lah

The Baroness has been moved to her knees but is still kept in bondage. Her body shakes and she feels sick to her stomach her body aches. Jonathan stops at the doorway seeing her he's shocked by the sight. He walks over to her and she doesn't make eye contact with him. Studying her for a moment he takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and wipes leftover climax from her chest she doesn't move. 'Do you want to use her boy?' The Baron has entered the room making him jump. 'I-no, I just, I just was looking at her.'

The Baron snorts. 'You're weak.' he walks over to him grabbing him by his balls and making him squeal. 'Your father would have done better putting you in skirts, you've no backbone.' he laughs at him then lets him go and he runs off. 'Victoria, what will we do with you today?' he places a hand on the back of her neck and she jumps. 'I've got you some customers today, chief Reynolds is eager to enjoy you.' he unbinds her lifting her over his shoulder and carrying her away.

The silhouette of the chief of police is visible through the front door the hat, the blazer, and the gloved hand pressing the doorbell. Jonathan who scurried off to hide in his room comes out and opens the door.

'Ding-dong.'

IN THE CONVERSION THERAPY

'Shit! I need assistance here now! This is a code red!' the doctor calls to his colleague looking through the peephole of your room. He unlocks the door tossing your breakfast aside he quickly grabs your legs.

I always made it clear that I do not believe all stories have a happy ending but I should explain how it is we ended up in such a dreadful position. And I will very soon I just need to let them catch up first, shall we continue the story?

The bedsheets you ripped up and tied around the furthest corner of your bunk bed are secured around your neck. The doctor has freed you from this and your body is on the floor. He's performing CPR and an orderly comes to help they give you oxygen and pump your chest but you do not stir. After fifteen minutes they give up. 'We need to call the chief down here now.' the doctor instructs the orderly who nods and runs to do so. The doctor runs his hand stressfully through his hair and angrily kicks your cell door. 'Shit!'

The chief of police eventually arrives looking stern. 'The girl was not supposed to die, the baron made it quite plain he wanted her to suffer. You assured him you were capable, I can assure you he will not be pleased.' The doctor looks nervous. 'I never intended her to die, the therapy was working until yesterday she was on the final step and she just lost it.' The chief takes his hat off. 'Lost it? You've not seen lost it, wait till the baron discovers you have ruined his plan!' he looks down at your body shaking his head in anger. 'What shall we do with the body?' the doctor looks pale. 'Bag her, put her into the back of my car I'll put the seats down and dispose of it, if this gets out and people start sniffing after the Baroness we are all done for. Leave the baron to me.' he puts his hat on and leaves.

Your lifeless body is placed into a black body bag and placed on a trolley they wheel you out and place you in the back of his police car.

Yes, I know sad isn't it after our story of rags to riches this is where we've ended up.

Hold on I think I'm getting a bit ahead of myself like I said, I think ought to explain how we ended up here. Let's go back a few steps.

REWIND

You enter the room and sit on the bed, you hear the door open and don't bother looking up you lie back and spread your legs. 'You're not really my type sugar.' you hear the whisper you sit up a little. 'Louis!' you run to him and start to cry immediately. 'Hey, keep your cool we don't want them to check in on us. How have you been holding up?' You shake your head crying and walk away. 'I don't want to live anymore.' Louis stares at you sadly wondering what they have done to you. 'Kat and I tried everywhere to find you there's a pastor that comes to the club, that's how we finally found you. I'm sorry, this was the only way I could think of to get to you.'