His breath was on my neck, on my pale face, on my breats, the smeel of mint emitting from his mouth far too overpowering. I could see the glee in his face through the dakrness of the room, most of the men that came here liked to do things in the dark, I suspose they felt better if they could not see me.
"Time's up Bruce," my keeper yelled out through the door and the old man slowly climbed off me, making sure that his precious cargo was safely zipped up in his trousers.
The door swung open and I saw the bright blurry figure of my keeper standing in the doorway. He ushered Bruce out and I saw the exchange of a large amount of money between then. I felt the tears wealing up in my eyes, I hated that my body was being used just for money, it hurt me so much to see the sick people that walked in here and didn;t even care that I was half starved to death.
My pale blonde hair hung limply around my face, in desperate need of a wash and attention, the ends of it were spilt and I could always feel the greasy finger prints of the men that had been pushing their hands through my hair.
I tried to struggle with the ropes that bound my feet and arms to the four corners of the bed but it was thick black rope, something that I had found was impossible to break. They decided to tie me up after the last person who came in recieved a nasty kick in the balls when he tried to undress me. No doubt he would get his revenge on me soon enough, my keeper would make sure of that.
As soon as this thought crossed my mind my keeper walked into the room and sat down beside me on the bed. He ran his bony fingers through my hair and I shivered at his touch. His skin was always so pale and cold, it made me feel sick to have him touching me.
"When your done for the day Cassy I'll have a ride on you. Don't worry I know you like it rough," he said smiling sickly down at my legs where there was jsut a pair of pants, red ones that they forced me to wear. I tensed my legs together as his slimy hands started to travel up my legs towards them and tried to scream out but the gag they placed on me muffled my screams.
He laughed enjoying the pain that was flowing from my eyes, the bed sheets already soaked from the tears that had flowed from my eyes just on that day, yet he didn't stop, his hands still moving slowly, and the thoughts of what he was going to do to me later were clear in his eyes. I hated him for what he was doing to me. It was inhuman, but that was what they all loved about it.
A month ago I had been kidnapped and taken into a sex house, there was eight rooms in total all with helpess girls like me indside of them. The whole place was run by men and we each had a keeper, someone who made sure that we didn't reject any of the customers that passed in and out of our doors daily. half an hour for £100 or the whole hour for £300. The sick bastards.
I was brought back from my thoughts by my keepers hands slowly slipping inside of my pants, but I was determined that he wasn't going to hurt me, at least I hoped he won't now. I jerked upwards causing him to fall backwards off the bed. he reappered in my view after a few seconds his face red and you could see that he was clearly angry. "You'll pay for that Cassy," he said.
As he walked out he cut the rope to my legs but left my arms tied above my head. I immediately curled them up to my side, thankful that he had given me some relief but I was scared what for. The door closed behind him, and I let the sobs of fear and terror finally be relased. I wanted out of his kind of life not into it.
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