What if this was my life? Kept, confined, restrained. Punished, defiled, degraded. All day, all night. What if his brutal slaps were our only point of contact? What if his piss was my only source of sustenance…and intimacy.
"Hang tight, I'll be right back" "Where are you off to in a hurry?" "Any plans tonight or just hanging out?" She was getting SO sick of the jokes they all made when they used her.