When I ask you a question or give you a command, the appropriate response is always yes Sir or no Sir. Now do you understand?”“Y…..yes Sir.”�...Now stand and remove those pants. I want to see what you’ve got to offer me.”I stand up and just look at him, trying to be bratty. I hesitate just enough that it must have tried his patience with me, because he grabbed both my wrists and pull them behind my back. He forces be down over a sofa. Holding both my wrists with one hand, his other works the snap. And aho! I was surrounded by bong ladies who were chattering away.I looked around, most were college girls with a few aunties. Well, I wasn’t interested in college girls because I have observed them to be very frivolous sometimes.So I looked around and saw a Bengali aunty who suddenly caught my attention. She was wearing a bright yellow colored salwar kameez , she had a figure of 36-34-38, a bit on the chubby side but God, she was a hottie! On top of this, her salwar was wet because of the rain. Just than room adjacent to us opened balcony door and from their man somewhere in late-forties came out and sat on his chair. I whispered in Shalini’s ear that we have an audience and she immediately turned and saw that man. The exhibitionist streak of hers immediately kicked and she hugged me back made a huge “sign”. This gesture of hers drew attention of gentlemen in next balcony and he shamelessly turned his chair’s face and started witnessing us, I then whispered Shalini that he is watching. Days turned into week, and weeks turned into months. The only respite from my accommodations, (so depraved that even the rats would pass by, deeming it beneath them to enter), was when they needed my blood. I would be chained and dragged to a laboratory, then strapped to a table. They would rob me of my blood, vile after vile until I would become so weak, I would pass out. Each time I would re-awaken I would be back in my cell. Then for the next several days I would be fed raw meat and red wine.
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