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Arizona
I'm on autopilot right now. The words coming out of my mouth are automatic. Telling them about the cage, and then seeing pictures of it, about the cuffs. About Penny beating me with a chain. I relive each moment, the emotions are etched into my face, but my voice comes out stoically. The viewers still gasp and it vibrates in my head. Callie has put up with so much, and then sticking up for me to the lawyer. I don't know what I would do without her. She has been my rock through all of this.
"Arizona."
I've stopped talking. With a sigh I start again. Trying to go as close to day by day as I can, the lawyer holds up each new piece of evidence as I mention it. I tell them how I was fed, if I was fed. I tell them about the leash. All of the physical stuff is easier to talk about. I tell them about the chores I was required to do, when the lawyer prompts. Dishes, windows, floors...the same list that I told Callie. Calliope. My angel.
"What sexual acts were you required to perform?"
I want to look at the sisters but in a moment of clarity I don't. Slowly, starting with the lesser infractions, I begin to tell the story of my sexual enslavement. Penny. "She tied me down and fucked me. She would whip me lightly, bite me until I bled, fuck me with...objects..." I can't go into more detail.
"Did she lubricate the objects?"
"Sometimes."
"With what?"
"...tiger balm." Gasps is not correct for what explodes in the room around me. People are outraged. They've barely begun to hear the story. The judge bangs her gavel, making me jump. Whitney is next. "She made me greet him at the door and suck her. Usually. She liked to lead me around on the leash."
After a while, I continue. "They were sadistic. They would electrocute me. They would make me dance, flicking the whip at my feet." Stoic and robotic is the only way I can tell this. "They would make me beg them to fuck me, and then tell me it was consensual."
"How did they make you?"
"Usually they took a knife to my legs," I say, a shiver runs up my spine. "But they whipped me and beat me too. Once...they held my head under water until I did." More cries of outrage. "They'd made me strip tease. They choked me until I passed out. They broke my collarbone." I do as Callie said and pull my shirt away to reveal the nasty scar to the audience. I don't know what else to tell them.
"Picture," the lawyer says. My bloody, torn back is projected for all to see. "This is what you looked like when you were found. How did that happen?"
"They beat me."
"They beat you?"
I tell them how they did it, showing them like I showed Calliope. She would be proud right? I tell them how I was found.
"Is there anything else about your ordeal that the court needs to know?"
I stand and take a deep breath. I roll my shirt up and Whitney whistles.
"They branded me.
