...Then you turned around and left with that bitchKnew I'd have to find a way to scratch my own itch.GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!Heather's scream... wel..., for lack of a better term, Bobbie jumped. Itwas the eldritch scream of angrydeathscreamometal And Bobbie couldn'tbelieve it came out of Heather. The song finished. Heather smiled atBobbie. "I guess I should have told you about that. No one ever sees itcoming. Girl needs to keep some secrets," She batted her eyelashes.After a few more songs, the. The groans and grunts of copulation of the most depraved sort filtered into her consciousness like little needles of stimulation not unlike the busy needle that worked her skin like some robotic torturer.It seemed unlikely that they were allowing the captives to simply return to whence they came so she formed the opinion that they were being sold off to some flesh peddler in the less developed neighboring countries to silence their complaints and gain additional income.In her mind she saw that. I was late to get my name on the list to the college hostel, so I had to rent accommodation juts a few block from the campus. There were 2 of us, 2 girls who rented one apartment, because it was a bit cheaper for us both to share accommodation fees.I walked in to the apartment I shared with another girl named Rebecca. It was late Friday night. I had been in the library, preparing for my exams on the next Monday. The living room was in a small light on because that the TV was on, but there was. Her co-workers said that the only time she was not working was when she was asleep. And even then, she would be dreaming about work.Right now it was eight o'clock, she was at home, sitting in a high back bar stool at her kitchen bar counter. Using the speech recognition app, she was busy answering e-Mails via her cellphone. "I fully understand your supply difficulties, however, all businesses have problems. Your problems should not be my problems. I need that material. I have a magazine to get.