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Chapter 8
I fall asleep and awake to the sound of guards walking. They walk past my cell again and drop a plate of food in front of it. I grab it and bring it inside my cell. Chicken soup with a tray of crackers and some water. Green beans and an apple. A nice dinner.
I grab my spoon and eat my soup at a rapid pace, despite the news I was given I am profoundly hungry. Perhaps it was from skipping lunch or maybe I am a stress eater, I don't know which. I eat everything on my plate and then place it back out in front of my cell to be picked up later. Someone will come to gather it.
The guards pass by looking for people who meet a customers criteria. It's a busy day. I am picked a couple of times to go into the veiwing room but haven't been chosen by anyone specific to be taken. I am grateful. I don't know how I would manage right now.
The stress is always there, but the bags under my eyes from lack of sleep and intensive worrying keeps me at bay. After a couple of days of this behavior, being brought out and not being picked I think they start to understand why I was so popular in the beginning and know that now I am not.
I am taken from my cell once again, but this time not to the veiwing room, but instead I am taken to the medical wing once again. I am forced to wait for the doctor, who comes in and sentences me to a detox wing.
I do not thrash or try to escape, for I know that only women who know every corner of this place have escaped. I don't even know enough to know where the exit is half the time.
They take me to the detox wing, where I am scrubbed down with smelling oils and placed in a hot bath. They leave me in there for quite some time and then take me out and dry me off. They shave me and put a mask and then a hot towel on my face. My nails are painted, my skin massaged until I am pink and my hair is trimmed.
A whole day is taken out at this detox center and then I am brought back to my cell for a late dinner. I fall asleep well nourished and I feel cleaner than I ever have.
The sound of struggle rouses me. I shake awake and am greeted to the bright flouescent lights that light the place during the day and are dimmed somewhat at night. I sit up on my bed and try to let my eyes adjust. Another day, another chance of being picked again to be used as a slave. I regret waking up already.
I hear the squeal of a girl, must be a new arrival, that or someone who hasn't figured out that there is very little chance of escape here. The guard seems irritated as he shoves her down the isle. I can't see her quite yet but the sound of her struggle is typical and indicates that she's new.
Suddenly a wave of blonde hair surrounds my cell. The guard is fed up and pushes the girl into my cell door, readying a traquilizer needle to end her struggle. Before he injects her I hear him calling for a stretcher to assist with carrying her the rest of the way to her cell. The opportunity gives me a chance to look at her and I realize I know her. It's Elodie.
She recognizes me too, her eyes widen in disbelief. "Help me," she mouths as she stuggles against the guard. "You gotta help me."
I shake my head but don't say a word. Why should I? I've saved her countless times before but the second I get captured she doesn't do the same for me. Some friend. There's no way out anyway. I couldn't help her even if I wanted to, I can only offer advice.
She keeps struggling until finally the stretcher arrives and the guard sedates her, then they hoist her onto the gurney and she is carted off.
"Did you know her?" Analia asks. Apparently she oversaw our connection. I ponder how long I've been in here and how long it took them to catch her since there is a period of quarunteen.
I nod my head. "I did at one point. We used to survive together when I was on the outside. She was able to help me escape, she saw me being captured, but she didn't even try to save me, even after I have saved her multiple times from her careless nature that almost got her caught."
"I'm sorry to hear that. You won't find many that are willing to stick together and help one another. You're one of the few that are willing to sacrofice anything to save a friend, she doesn't have as good a character as you. Perhaps that's why they chose you to reproduce."
I shutter at the thought. I don't want children. I had even been able to put it in the back of my mind the past few days, but it hasn't left completely. I've even tried not to think about when they've brought me in for blood tests to make sure I was healthy enough for a child, not that my life matters to them, but producing good offspring is. I wonder if they can even control what gender it is?
My thoughts are disrupted by a guard walking down the hallway and stopping at my cell. I am taken out once again, and cuffed. I follow without restraint and am taken not to the medical wing, where I suspected I would go, but instead I am taken to the showroom and I know I am in danger.
The man who will choose is already in his side of the two way room. He is dark, with dark hair and light eyes. He looks like a snake. I am paraded around for him along with the other girls and eventually a choice is made. A blonde is chosen, and carted off into the other part of the showroom. Time to start shuffling us out. But the guard stays still. Not moving us yet.
We are paraded again, for the same man, perhaps he is regretting his choice? But eventually another choice is made, and I am that choice. I am taken to the other half of the showroom along with the blonde, we are dressed into actual clothes over our lingerie, and then we are taken to a holding cell until the customer fills out the proper paperwork necessary to rent us.
"Great, now we're in for it," the blonde says as we wait. "I'm Ember, by the way?" I don't tell her my name, I haven't told anyone my name. It's better to keep the one part of me that I still have left to myself. As far as they are concerned, since I have not given them a name, and since they usually call us by our cell number anyway, I am #721.
"What is happening?" I ask instead.
"We will both be used. He wants us both for his pleasure, some men prefer to have more than one at a time, he is a common customer that often takes more than one book out of the library if you know what I mean."
` "You've been with him before?" i ask. She shakes her head no, which is a relief, I don't know what I would do if I had to be with the same disgusting man more than once.
"I've heard about him, he's pretty rough I guess," she says nochalantly. I think back to the last person I was with, the one that sent me into a crying fit. He was so rough, hitting me, even when I asked for leniency, he showed none. That was the first man that was horrible to me, and I assume there will be many more before I am sentenced to pregnancy.
The door opens and we are retreived. I am collared and so is my accomplice, and we are led like dogs to our doom.
Once we arrive at the place where the customer calls home we are brought inside and taken to his room, untied, and told to wait. He shuts the door behind us and says he is going to go and get a drink, then will be back in a short while.
He returns a few moments later with a glass full of amber liquid, he sits down on the soft leather chair in the corner and makes himself comfortable.
"Strip," he says and I hate the thought of taking my clothes off in front of this man, but then again I have no choice. Ember and I look at each other and then start to take our clothes off.
"No, no, no, I mean strip each other, take each other's clothes off, not your own," he says. "Do it slow."
I look wide eyed at Ember, and she reaches over and undoes the buttons on my blouse. I slowly crouch down and ease Ember's dress up, we take off each other's clothing until we are stark naked. The customer nods in aproval and motions for us to come to him.
He set's his drink down and tells Ember to straddle him and she does as she's told. He whispers something in her ear and she nods and starts undressing him slowly as well. I am made to stand and watch.
She finishes and then is told to back away. He gestures to me next and tells me to report to him. I stand off to his right and he grabs me and throws me over his knee.
"You've been bad, and bad girls need to be punished," he says, swatting my ass. I yelp and he does it again and again, not hard, but just enough to sting. He swats me seven times, then throws me panting on the bed and saunters naked over to a wardrobe in his room. He opens the door and reveals an array of sex tools. He retrieves a vibrator and some sort of rope with four clamps. He turns around then turns back to the cabinet as if he forgot something and grabs another vibrator.
"You on the bed," he says and points for Ember to get on the bed with me. She saunters over and lays down beside me. He takes another drink and then turns his attention to me. He takes the rope things and attatches each one of the clamps to of my nipples, and then attaches the other two to my lower lips. I cry out at the pain, and he smiles and tells me to hush, then turns to Ember.
He begins licking her below and she moans, then he inserts a finger, then two. She continues to moan and shake, it's all part of the act. He pleasure's ember and then reaches his other hand while his attention is still on her and pulls on the length of rope that is between the clamps on me. It hurts so bad but I feel something a little more, and I cry out at the feeling.
He takes my hand and places it on him and makes me run my hand up and down his length. He is not as big as others, but he is wide. I do my best to please him so he will come sooner.
He stops licking Ember and turns his attention to me, but not before taking a vibrator and putting it inside Ember, she twists and moans as if she enjoy it, but I know that this is not at all enjoyable for each of us.
Our client makes quick work of warming me up and licking me, then he slams his girthy length into me, hard. I cry out and whimper. He pounds into me, and I hold on as much as I can as he goes hard and fast into me.
Ember cries out and he reaches over and slaps her groin, telling her she's a greedy girl. He pulls out of me and gives me a vibrator in place, which is of no comfort. The thing is huge and pulsing, he slams into Ember, and as he pounds into her he yanks te clamps on me, i cry out.
He pumps into Ember and she whimpers, he slaps her face and keeps going harder and harder until finally he spills into her and they are both left panting on the bed beside me. After a while he gets up and takes out my vibrator and clamps, and cleans himself up. We are bound by our hands once more, as is policy, and he takes us back to the facility where we will wait another day to be picked again and again, over and over until the day they decide it is time to bring me in to the pregnancy wing and force another life into this world.