Chapter SixContraband
They had to drag me back to cell thirty-four. Not because I was trying to make trouble, I was just simply still in shock after I realized what I was to Livia, a piece of flesh for her to devour. I hung limp between the orderlies, once more blindfolded as my legs and pink booty covered feet trailed behind like so much useless dead weight. Dropped on the pads, one of the orderlies removed the booties, blindfold and gag. Oh, yes, I had been gagged again. They couldn’t risk my shouting in protest, screaming bloody murder as I was escorted back to hell. The gag, that wonderfully awful, incredible love it and hate it gag, reminded me each time that not even my voice was my own. Only when Livia wanted to me scream and respond to questions was I allowed speech. And now it se
