She'd passed out on the living room floor a few days ago. I wondered if she'd done that again. Last time I hadn't found out until I'd woken up the nex... morning, but this time I was awake. I should go check on her, I concluded.I got out of bed and crept out into the hallway. Clad only in my boxers and t-shirt I made my way down the stairs. I poked my head into the living room.Yep, there was Bre. She'd fallen onto the couch and she looked completely passed out. I stood over her and sighed, not. She had me raise my arms over my head, where she attached a set of handcuffs to each wrist. After blindfolding me, she led me into the bedroom, where she ordered me to lie face down on the bed. Securing my wrists to the bedposts, she brought the knife to my throat and told me to listen very carefully, do what she said, and I wouldn't get hurt. 'My name is Sam and these guys with me are part of my prison gang', she said. Here in prison, you need to be in a gang for your own protection; without. ‘Very’ I replied. ‘But I want us to stay happy together. I need to tell you everything. I want you to have no doubts about me.’ Walt looked apprehensive, but waited until I’d cleared the table and returned with fresh coffee. I told him of my first time, with Dave, and how he’d used me and sold me. Walt looked stunned as I relived all the experiences in the adult bookstore. The group sex, all the strangers. How I accepted ‘gifts’ from the older married men I dated. About being ‘sold’ to Jackie’s. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak. We will have to dosomething about that. Now turn around and put your hands behind yourback."Before I could even think of what she was up to, I had turned and shehad reached into the leather bag extracted a pair of handcuffs andsecured my hands behind my back. I started to protest and earnedanother slap. She spun me around and quickly forced something into mymouth. It was hard rubber ball with two cords attached, which shepulled behind my head.