Chapter 78
The Four Vitale Wet and The Prize
78–Three Weeks
Event des vents fucking being ass ds. Or at least I think it’s been 20 days. I have been stuck in this
room, by Events mself with the TV thank God for Netflix and Disney books and my inermings for what I
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I guess I also get daily visits from “the bastard” as 11e to call him because saying his name recognizes
his existence and I would love to not have anything to do with him. He gets off on pain and suffering
literally.
Just like all the other days, my morning inner tantrum monologue is interrupted by Groucho and
Grumpy entering the
mbestowed these nicknames on my bodyguards when they refused to engage in friendly conversation.
Plus, the James it their daring personalities
The booming veces startled me and made me shoot out of bed. I would have been no doubt tangled in
my sheets if they hatefully removed them from my body
Time to wake up!” Groucho said in his very thick vik ent. Maybe Russian? Not sure though.
Some sort of Easter Sarigen would be my best guess. I can’t keep calling them Guard One or Two. I
guess I could, but Groucho and Grungs are more entertaining and it suits their nd personality to
boot!
Ugh. I hate it when they do this. Just let me stay cocooned in my bed even though it gives me
nightmares, it’s better than living in the reality of my cage.
Up Now. To the wall! Grumpy scowls and looks at me expectedly. I trudge to the far wall near the
window. I’ll just go back to bed after this and mess up everything like I have done every day. I guess I
should be grateful that I get clean sheets: at least they won’t smell like him.
“Hands” I hear one of them order. They sound so simr, and they are just too massive to fight. Like
walking boulders with bad crew top haircuts. I swear these are not men but walking steroids out of the
80’s. I ce my hands with open pulms above my head on the wall as I have done since they started
this. It is sadly the new routine.
It was almost three weeks ago that I tried to escape and learned of Brianna’s resurrection and lifetime
betrayal. He electrocuted me twenty–six times before I passed out that day. Twenty–six times my body
convulsed and every cell in my body felt like it was being shocked by lightning. And the asshole jerked
off watching me. He just dropped his pants after the fourth round and pumped until he came all over my
body. Four times he emptied his balls over my skin and then rubbed it into me like lotion, including my
face.
I was still tied the next morning when I finally woke up and remained that way, without food, water, or a
shower until that evening when he came in and released my bondage. He didn’t stay, thankfully and
when I returned to the room after a scalding hot forty–five–minute shower where I rubbed my skin raw,
there was some chicken noodle soup on a tray but I refused to eat it. I know I should have, I did need
my strength, but I was afraid it was going to be poisoned.
The day after that, day three since my escape attempt, I had been awake for several hours before I
heard the clicks of
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the locks. I thought it was that asshole again, but instead, it was the two mountain steroid entered the
room swiftly, the guards both guards cing a hand on their guns and staying
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the maid hurriedly put down a Itay of food, the steam from the edible creation still sing is the open door,
and
departed as quickly :
she entered and the two guards followed her, mming the door and I heard the clicks of the locks. I
released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
The meal was precut roasted turkey, mashed potatoes, steamed veggie mix of broli, green beans,
baby carbs.. yellow squash. A bowl of applesauce and even two dinner rolls were ced on the silver
tray: An apple juice box like I was a kid. No knife though.
I remember how my tummy growled ferociously just as I started thinking I was not get to touch it. But
apist t better judgment, I let my salivary nds water and proceeded to inhale the food. The favors
were decent, the potatoes a little chunky but it was certainly more than edible and that was good
enough for me. My tummy was sansted and the headache I had because of the crying dwindled to
more of an annoyance.
Thanks to what I presume would be that little camera in the ceiling, as soon as I was done and put
the TV, and settled myself on the edge of the bed, the same guards came in with the maid and she
removed No words were said, and I was too tired to say anything
But then things changed starting on day four. That next morning I was woken up but these two bury
men who to me to go to the wall instructed me to put my hands palms t on the wall and to face it.
Property belongs to N?vel(D)r/ama.Org.
One of them came behind me and, while he did not touch me. he was so close that I could feel his
body beat caging me
Out of curiosity, I would gently move my head so I could see maids running about and I could hear lots
of focus around my room. The guards were barking orders in a differentnguage, and I could faintly
hear small feminine Voices replying to them. Maybe 15 minutes passed before I felt their presence shit
away thom me and soon I heard retreating steps and then the familiar clicks of the locked door.
When I spun around. The bed was made, the sheets clean and fresh, the surfaces of all the furniture
and even the wooden floor still had a shine on them like they were wiped down. A fresh breeze scent
lingered in the air. Sitting on the table by the TV was a tray with Pancakes, crispy bacon, fruit, and
apple juice. I guess it was boukist time
After I was done with the meal, a maid would return to pick it up and the guards stood at the door
hands on their guns. What I presume was dinner followedter where the maid would bring the tray
and then pick it upter because they would not return until the next morning. I only had to go to the
wall in the mornings, which I deduced quickly was so that the maid or maids could clean the room
without me in the way.
If I tried to ask a question, I was rudely told to shut up. One time I tried to keep a fork for a weapon, it
was the only time the guardsid a hand on me. They barged in without any warning, one picked me
up and took me to the wall. pinning me roughly with his whole body while the other searched for the
room. When they showed me the fork. I tried to act innocent and made a sarcasticment to which
they did not even bat an eysh. How rade! See, the nicknames for my guards were fitting! Plus, they
had this intense resting bitch face, and it just made me a little han inside to name them. That night, the
bastard electrocuted me again until my wrists bled with the friction
Speaking of the bastard, almost every night I was visited by him. He came in and slept in my bed
forced himself against my body. The first time he did that, I naturally protested. My disubedience got my
arms cuffed tightly behind my back and a dildo gag in my mouth. Now, every night that he visits, he just
cuffs and gags me, saving I have team freedom, Because of our height difference, my hands were
always very close to his manhood and often ended un touching it. Even woke up a fey times with him
jerking off in my hands with his morning wood. He tracture my meht pinky finger when I tried to grab his
dick and injure him. He made it clear I would lose a finger the next time if I tret
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