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Final day of service

There was a room in his house. One hidden from anyone who doesn't know of it.
It was the loudest room in the house, every time it was occupied.
Much like now how feminine screams were muffled by the sound-proof walls.
The screaming stopped after about an hour. Lathron walked out, panting with only his pants on and his belt in hand.

In the room, a woman stands with her hands tied to a hook on the ceiling. Naked. Motionless.
Bright red marks cover her back, blood dripping down along her legs, leaving small puddles at her feet.
Her breathing was very deep and slow.
'Clean up my floor. Leave her hanging though.'
He said to a second slavegirl. She nodded, shaking slightly and rushes to the room she knew just as well. She cleaned the woman's wounds and washed her blood from the floor.
She dare not look at her for fear of retribution from their Master.

She leaves the woman hanging in her place, leaving a tidy room behind.
'I'm done, Sir.'
She enters his office, head held down.
'Fine, continue your schedule then, but bring me some coffee first.'
He says cold, typing letters for his company.
She nods and returns with a cup of coffee to his specifications. Shaking slightly as she places it on the desk beside him.
'Will that be all?'
She speaks quietly.
He nods calmly and she walks out. Sighing with relief, out of earshot.

Night has taken over for the sun's light. He looks out after his last letter and shuts down his computer.

Walking into his private room. The girl was still hanging there. He walked in front of her and looked at her. Slapping her cheek for her to wake up. She gasped awake startled.
Tears formed in her eyes but she held her lips together tight.

'It's our last night together. Our contract ends at midnight. Which is in...'
He looks at his watch.
'An hour and a half.'
Her tears fell down, she was relieved.

'Don't be so melodramatic. It's enough time to fulfill more of what you signed up for.'
He's always cold. Not a spark of care whatsoever.
'Please, Sir... Don't I'm begging, just let me start packing...'
He slams his belt across her abdomen.
She let's out a pained scream and nods understanding.
'Just an hour and a half left. Of this... after three full months...'
She thinks to herself.

The belt hits her over and over again.
Drawing blood easily.
Since it wont be his toy anymore soon, might as well have fun and break it.
More blood was drawn. Just while her previous wounds had stopped.

That hour and a half was relentless.
She's scarred. For life.
Physically clearly, as for mentally... He still doesn't care. Toy has been used and he got bored.
He unties her the minute before midnight and she drops in a small puddle of her own blood.

Ding. Ding. Ding.

'Your services are no longer required. You'll find the money on your bank account.'
He says panting with bloody hands. He leaves the room and goes to the bathroom to clean himself up.
She closes her eyes.
'I've passed it... I've finally passed it... And I'm rich now. She holds a wide smile. After being raped and tortured... I'm finally free and rich!' The thoughts fill her mind and she falls asleep quickly.

The next morning she's packing her bags in her room, an envelope on her desk with all her documentation and such.
He walks into the room and she immediately faces down.
'I'm ready to leave, Sir.'
'I know. Thank you for your service. The driver is waiting for you downstairs to take you to the airport.'
He turns around and takes a few steps.
'Wait... Sir... Did you feel something? Anything? Mercy, pity, ... love?'
'Love?'
He laughs a bit and keeps walking further.
'Ask yourself what you're most grateful for.'
She thought for a moment... she was glad to be rich and free... I guess that answers it.
She shrugs and just walks further, to where the driver is. Going to the airport to wherever she wanted to be. He didn't bother to ask.

The driver returns after a few hours. A new woman in his car, unconscious.
The man goes to meet his arrival and opens the back door to inspect his new toy.
'Ah the latina... I've been looking forward to her.'

He says with a grin and takes her into the private room, hanging her up by the hook, naked.