I can’t stay here! You do look the sort to suck dick for a living though.”
Her insults are wasted as I struggle with the idea that I would be staying here long enough to need my own room. Wipes, bottles of ointments and soaps. I’ll loose my mind! This time she just sighs and reaches into the bag that now lays at her feet. Or a tomb. They have no intention of releasing me, they want to keep me locked her forever! Again her hands massage me, again missing the welts but this time she isn’t so gentle. No furniture, or decoration. Usually the stray whores like you just get dumped in the dungeon with the others. Her slender manicured fingers carress the trigger as she uses the other hand to attach a silencer. “Right. That’s where the poorest customers get to play, you know the junkies and wasters, but Master has had a room made specially for you. Wipes, bottles of ointments and soaps. They have no intention of releasing me, they want to keep me
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