Juliette March suffers through her captors torments!
I awoke in a cold dark room. I can scarcely remember the last moments before I was snatched. I can’t fathom what my captor wants from me. He plays with my light. It’s on for hours and then it’s off for minutes. I have no concept of time anymore.
Begging only seems to insight his violent ways. His grimy hands touching and caressing me. I want to go, but he isn’t going to let me. He does all the things that I need to stay alive. He feeds me awful beet mush. He makes sure I evacuate my bowels and bladder.
The most violating of all of his torments is the orgasm he gave me. With his oafish mitts on my slender body I have to admit I enjoyed it. The way he pawed at me and bit my nipples. I’ve never felt anything like it.
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