Chapter Thirty-Seven
Confused, Slut54 awoke on a bed of goose down and clean linen. Where was she? She wondered. How did she get here and how long had she slept? She tipped on an elbow, her stiff joints rebelling and her body throbbing with pain. Through a small round window, high up, the morning light cast dim uneven shadows that seemed to dance like skeletons while the surrounding space below appeared in stages and looked like the historical version of a scullery maid’s bedchamber, a bath and a kitchen included.
Like a flood, the events since her Master’s desertion came rushing back; the rusted orange pickup truck, the guards the brutality, the cold steel box that creased her stomach, the unseen flesh, the c***s that filled her mouth, and the c***s that pierced her backside. Large c**
