From being an honor student looking at a college education, to a sex slave, emotionally beaten, in less than 24 hours.However, it was nowhere near ove... for the young girl. Her life for the following three weeks – until the date of the next monthly slave auction – was one of abuse, mistreatment and pain. Seldom permitted more than an hour rest at a time, her internet video quickly made her a favorite among the staff at the jail. Subjected to everything from gang rapes to forced self-abuse,. "We'll see how things go!" I teased.I looked over at my husband who was talking to a small group of guys but was still casting furtive glances in my direction. His eyes looked toward me just as Conrad placed his hand on my hip and began to slowly pressure his fingers into my waist. His hand moved down slowly till he was rubbing the tips of his fingers over strap of my garter belt, moving his digits slowly over the material of my tight skirt. I placed my free hand on his shoulder and leant in to. "Okay." She slowly reached into her pocket, and removed a cell phone,pressed it to her ear and said. "Briggs speaking... yes... ofcourse... Very well." She looked at him. "It's for you."Smart enough to know he could be disarmed if he got to close. "On thetable."She placed it on the table. "Very well." and then she stepped back to awall, and slid down until she was sitting.He reached over and picked up the phone. "Hello?"**eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee**A. I snuck down into the bowels of the castle, heading through storerooms and long disused hallways. I carried a candle, which I lit as I got to a hallway without sconces lit like in the rest of the castle. I avoided the dungeons, as my destination wasn't near there, to my relief. After a few wrong turns, I found the crack in the foundation that he had mentioned, squeezing through, and then following the sound of running water.Alistair was right about the warmth; despite the cold water, the room.