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Dinner Or Death / 5

CHAPTER V: DINNER OR DEATH

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We all sat quietly for our food when we heard a cart come toward our direction at a fast pace. To our right, a metal serving cart, that looked like the ones you get in room service, came upon the end of the table reaching mystery creepy guy.

"Well everyone, before we eat, I would like to introduce myself. My name is Dr. Roger Douglas and I am the brains of this operation." He side smiled at the now glaring workers.

One of the employees sent back a shocking cold look but I don't think Dr. Douglas noticed.

"Anyways, my company has the largest mass production of profits made by you girls and more. You will be getting paid and fed with proper care. Although I can't promise anything from the customers. You're all their little bitches. I don't want to babble away time from eating so Chef Alãze? Would you serve the meals please."

The Chef sets plates in front if us, covered with a metal cap. One of the girls didn't wait to be told when to open. She quickly pulled up the lid and screamed in shock. The rest of us just stared at the plate covered with different varieties of condoms. We all slowly opened our trays to find the exact same thing as the shocked girl and sit with helpless stares at the unopened packages.

That creepy bastard begins to laugh heartlessly at the stupidity of all of us who thought we were actually going to be fed. He then grabs the girl sitting next to him, who is also scared to death, and scoops a handful of condoms from her tray.

"Hasta La Vista," he grins.

We were unable to move to help the screaming girl who was about to get something very delicate violated, but we still didn't even blink twice.

"Okay ladies," says a surprisingly calm female adult breaking the long silence, "Let's get you all dressed for work."

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{it's short but it's something because I will be making the next chapter longer}