.. HELP ME... HELP ME!” she cried despairingly. But Helen was too far gone to give any aid. She had been whipped and thrashed just as severely as Li...ia had been and had driven herself into exhaustion. The brute bit one of her nipples and Livia screamed more loudly. “HELP ME... HELP ME... SOMEONE... HELP!” But who was there to help her? Certainly not the Overseers. As far as they were concerned, slaves could do as they liked with each other. They could couple like the b**sts they had become. And. After one more quick look around to make certain no one was watching, I pushed aside the curtain and slipped into the changing area. It was a small hallway with three mirrored doors on each side. Five of them were open. I walked up to the closed one and almost knocked before I realized where I was. What if it wasn't Janice? It wouldn't do to get caught in the woman's changing room. I thought for a second and then decided to sneak a quick look. If it was Janice, I'd knock; if it wasn't, I could. Everyone praised me for being down to earth and they said that they will do anything for me. During the party everyone spoke about Manisha and they admired her beauty. When karna said to his colleagues that she loves me, everyone wished me and appreciated me. When the topic goes on, they started talking about other girls in the factory.And they started speaking a lot about Reshma and her wonderful body structure. It seems like everyone over there have tried her but failed. They didn’t forget to. As I passed by apartment 1302, the door opened. I turned and almost tripped as I saw my ex-girlfriend looking at me."Laura?" It had only been a year (well, almost two with the time jump), but the brown-haired beauty hadn't aged a day."Tom!" she said, looking happy to see me. "I thought that was you the other day, but I wasn't sure. Will you come in?"Agog at the randomness of my ex-girlfriend living next door, I nodded and followed her into her apartment.The place was rather basic, like an Ikea.