Amelia's Point of View
After fifteen minutes or so, something hit me in the back of the head. It wasn't supposed to hurt me; merely get my attention. A small rock. I turned myself towards the silver bars of my new home. Nathan was standing, looking at me with utter contempt. Trudy was pretending to sleep on the chair. I guess it wasn't just orgasms that she faked. She obviously had to appear satisfied too.
"Finished?" I asked Nathan sweetly. He nodded.
"And what about Trudy? Did she get to finish this time?"
Nathan's face turned red with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. He ripped open the cage door, and was by my side within two strides. Before I could blink, he swung his right foot backwards and then drove it forward full force into my rib cage. The sound of my bon
