master kat and Bryant

call me

Bryan was 35 years old, while Kat was just 15. Some men brought her to the mansion, dragging her out of the minivan. When they pulled the rope out of her mouth, she spat out, "I don't like school, but I do have a test today." The man holding her spanked her harshly. "No more talking," he commanded sternly. Bryant watched from his window, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene below. The tension in the air was thick, and Kat's defiance only seemed to fuel the anger of her captors. The mansion, once a place of grandeur, now felt like a prison, echoing with the silent cries of those trapped within its walls.

They walked her to Bryant's room, and after removing her clothes, they strapped her to the bed. Kat, feeling a mix of fear and defiance, said, "I'm 15." As Bryant walked back into his room, she couldn't help but think, "Oh my god, he's so hot." The men who had brought her there looked at her with cold, unfeeling eyes. "You will sleep here with Mr. Wood," they said, their voices devoid of any emotion. Kat's mind raced, trying to make sense of the situation, her heart pounding in her chest. The room felt oppressive, and the reality of her predicament began to sink in, leaving her with a sense of dread and uncertainty.