Chapter Four
My recovery was rather slow. It was nearly three weeks before I could walk normally, but that didn’t lessen my duties. I served their guests almost every day in one way or another. At least one night a week I was in the dungeon satisfying the sadistic needs of other patrons. I guess some of them needed to hear my screams and cause me pain in order to get themselves off. Others did it just for the sheer fun of it. I was flogged and beaten with every whip and paddle imaginable. It seems that every time the welts would go down and the black and blue would start to fade, some other depraved person would show up in the dungeon to abuse me.
One afternoon several of the slaves sat around killing time with a friendly game of cards. We used toothpicks for chips. It seems I had won se
