It was cold and dark. You knew your hair was already pretty much whacked out as it was splayed all out and around you like sunbeams. You monotonously looked up to the ceiling, wondering how you even got here in the first place. All you've ever wanted to be was in a powerful spot, perhaps an assistant for a CEO or something high paying; something to get out of this god damn town. You bitterly sucked your teeth as you reminisced what the man said to you. He promised you big, he said that he could get you to be the highest paying spot as long as you hooked up with him. What a dirty trick, and now? He's dead. He's in hell where he belongs. What you didn't know was that this man had a family with a grim wife and a soft spoken child, still waiting for their "faithful husband" to come home and eat the dinner that was left for him.

You felt a tear slide slowly down your face as you felt the pain and squelching agony resonate within yourself. It was torture. You hated it within every ounce of your body. You squeezed your eyes shut until you felt a soft hand grab your jaw violently, making you agape. Water poured down your throat as you breathed in, chocking as water sputtered back out and hitting your face and traveling down your revealing clothing, messing up your makeup and your hair even more. You opened your glossy eyes to meet crazed golden ones as she smiled. "Awe poor baby, can't take your water well? Don't worry doll, I'll help you." She said softly as she carefully picked your head up and retried the same attempt, but putting the glass gently against your lips. You slowly drank the water as it slid down your sore and scratchy throat. It was lukewarm and disgusting, but it was still water. Your head pounded as the alcohol slowly left your body and leaving you hungover. Your bladder was swollen as you wanted to urinate, but held it in so you wouldn't embarrass yourself. Yoga laid you back down and slowly stroked your hair, the woman enjoying to see you so helpless and distressed. "You're so cute, angel." She obsessed before hugging you through the restraints. You squirmed and growled, but Toga wouldn't let go. You felt a sharp stab in your back as cold fluids began running down your ruined clothing. You gagged and sputtered as you felt a searing hot pain meet the eerily cold atmosphere. Giggling emitted and vibrates against your stomach as you turned pale, falling off to the side.
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You woke again, but this time, in a warm bed with comfortable clothes. You sat up quickly, but your world started to wobble and swirl around you as your head throbbed, and then your back throbbed at the same momentum. You could feel a tight bandage wrapped around your waist as you slowly tried to stand up, but then fell right back on the bed. Your bare feet felt the cold wood on the floor, the atmosphere eerie and musty, as if no one dusted here before. You blinked and rubbed your eyes as you looked around in the old, torn room. You were right, no one has slept or has been in here for a very long time. You looked at your clothes, a beige oversized sweater with volleyball shorts. They look like the blonde's clothing.... what was her name again?

You looked around as you tiptoes towards the dark wooden door and out the entrance, looking out and about. It was a normal looking hallway without any decoration or any cleaning. You could tell the corridor lead to several rooms including an open area and a staircase leading downstairs.

The open area had a couch and a TV with a mat and a side miniature fridge in the corner. On the mat, there stood a dusty table with books and old magazines that looked like they haven't been touched in years, along with an ash tray that looks like it was the only thing recently touched, besides the couch. You felt an itching in your throat, but you held it in. You slowly stepped out, accidentally making a creak through the wood floors. You cringed, putting a strand of extremely messy hair behind one ear as you stepped out and down the stairs, treading lightly.

Where were you?

You tiptoed down the narrow stairs as you suddenly hear murmurs at the end.

"You brought a fucking brat in?" A raspy and deranged voice seemed frustrated as an all too familiar voice countered her argument. "You know how this place is always so messy and dusty! I thought we could just bring a little slave in and clean up and do our dirty work." A high pitcher voice sang out in an unfamiliar rhythm. "Do you know how dangerous this is?" A deep voice changed the conversation, obviously annoyed with the whole situation as much as the first voice.

"Oh trust me, she really does obey to everything you say and do, if  you beat it into her! Come on, please please please plea-" the woman was interrupted grunt from the first man. "Shut the fuck up!" He griped, audible scratching sounds reached your ears as you flinched, not being used to such a horrid sound. "Your pet, your responsibility."

Are you going to die here?