“Slave G21, Madame. Oh! … Sorry. Lady,” says the slave when she notices my necklace.“How long have you been in this cell?”“I don’t know,...Lady. Three or four days, perhaps. I’ve lost track of the time in the dark.”“Who is your mistress and why has she locked you in here?”“Mistress Penelope, Lady. I’m being punished for disobedience.”“I’m new here so I don’t know any of the members yet. Do you need me to find your mistress?”“That isn’t necessary, Lady. My mistress will come for me when she is. Pooja ek hot ladki hai. Class mein sab usko chodna chahte the. Par bas main hi ye kar paaya.Pooja age mein mujhse ek saal badi hai. Uska rang gora Pooja ki chuchiya (boobs) aur gand dono hi mast hai. Kisi ka bhi dekh kar khada ho jaaye. Let me come on the story. Ye start hoti hai mere birthday se. Us din class mein main aur Pooja jaldi aa gaye the.Pooja :- Happy birthday, Jimmy. Me :- Bas happy birthday, aur kuch nahi?To Pooja ne mujhe hug kiya aur kiss di.Pooja :- Aur kuch?Me :- Haa mera. “I could help you. You know I have the patients and time to do that brad.” I said and looked at him trying to come up with a solution to everything.“You know it won’t help. I mean Callie couldn’t even help me.” He looked at me and sighed. Callie was one of the smartest people in our entire college and I knew my suggestion would be hopeless.Our conversation was interrupted by Callie yelling for everyone to come to the kitchen and we looked at each other then got up. I grabbed my purse and went. A thought, a voice in my head. Can't describe it any other way. It spoke to me. No - she spoke to me. 'No, please,' in a little voice just like that, 'Please don't hurt me.' I dropped the knife, stepped back. 'Help me. Free me.' Then she sobbed, her voice broke down. I cautiously placed my hand on the orange flesh, stroked it and she seemed to pull herself together. I was incredulous. 'Will you help me?' 'Yes, yes, of course.' I felt stupid, you know, talking to it like that. I looked round.