Who cares? It's just another two bit whore that come a dime a dozen! Literally! Whores are of so little value that you can literally buy a dozen of th...m for only a dime. But nobody around here really cares, because slut trafficking has been in effect for almost 77 years now. They have absolutely no rights and no one cares about them. Not even the sluts themselves cares about their own lives, only the pleasure of men. You see, in factories where the nasty sluts are born, the moment they are. "What the fuck are you doing," Randi heard an angry voice say behind her."Did I tell you to sit on my couch you fucking slut." Randi got up andturned around to find Michelle wearing only a black shiny leotard, blackhigh heels, and a healthy layer of makeup. Michelle walked around thecouch and slapped Randi hard across the face. "What's wrong with you?!"Randi questioned. Michelle slapped Randi again and began talkingsternly."Listen here, you little bitch. I saved your ass tonight even. .. just do it." Sue... you don't understand... I'm not here to get even or leave you... SUE... SUSAN wait..."I had stood up and turning, I ran. My tears were falling and I really didn't hear his last words, calling on me to wait. I just ran out of the restaurant, blindly trying to get away from the pain. Damn him... he followed me... running faster than I could in my heels, he caught me within the first three windows of the restaurant.Standing there, in front of God and everyone... he took me. I figured it wouldn't leave much of a mark by tomorrow, unless she continued to piss me off. I ordered her to turn around and put her hands behind her back so I could tie them. I made her stand and wait until I rummaged around in the kitchen and came up with a length of clothesline that I kept for just such a situation. Piggy whined and winced as I tied her wrist tightly together and then added another couple of loops around her elbows. I pulled the ropes as tight as I could, adding a.