"Chapter 6:
"C'mon move!!"
Christie shoved them into the 'death room'. In that room, girls who were chosen would get murdered there. I really felt bad for them, watching them cry as I witnessed one by one walking into the room. Why do they do this? Can't they just hire maids? I guess they're just cruel people.
"Shhhhh.." His arm was around my neck, whispering in my ear. My eyes blinked in fear, breathing lightly. While still holding me, I was led to his bedroom. As I left the living room, I already heard the sounds of a whip and screamming slaves. They don't deserve to die like that.
He let me go, I stood in the middle of the humongous bedroom. I heard him close the door, and behind me I heard something that sounded like a chain. I felt what seemed like a collar being strapped around my neck.
"Go change, its in the closet." Just by his voice I could tell he was excited. I walked to the closet, opened it and retrieved it. I was suprise to find it with all the clothes Christie has. I had to do something, I can't let him do this to me again. Everytime we do this, I have this guilt inside me..knowing this was wrong. Not only that, I'm being forced with an older crucial man. At least allow me to do this with someone I love.
I changed in the bathroom and began to quietly look around for something to defend myself. I opened draws and cabinets. I opened the mirror and spotted a paring knife. Why would they have a knife hiding in the bathroom? Ohh well, I needed it. I slid it in the back of my short/skirt/underwear whatever you call it. My face reflected into the mirror, for once I smiled a little. I walked out of the bathroom, slowly walking towards the bed. Brady was already in his boxers. I hope my plan works.
"Well well, look who looks sexy right now."
"So do you." I played along, and pushed him on the bed. My legs were on top of him, his smile widened in shock that I w..." http://wattpad.com/story/185577
