She put me in the small cage. Shackled my hands and legs to the bars such that I immediately began to cramp.
“I’ll be down once a day for the next six days at noon to feed you,” she said. “I hope you enjoy your time because it will be a picnic compared to your life after you beg me to continue as my slave.”
I couldn’t believe this. I thought that we… well, I knew I was just her slave, but I thought we had something. I looked at her pleadingly.
“What?” she asked nastily. “Are you ready to beg already?”
“Ms. Shelly, why are you doing this?” I asked. “I thought that I… I thought that we…”
“We what, you little piece of s**t?” she sneered. “We had a bond? You loved me?”
“I did, I do,” I said. “I just need…”
“I f*****g know what you need, you little wimp, and it’s not more access to that
