They let her keep her clothes on, at first, but they made her bring beer, whiskey, and food, and they took pleasure in ordering her back and forth bet...een the kitchen and poker table, running her ragged and making her obey. The men got drunker and drunker, and the unknown man who came to get her at her house was the first to go under her dress. He had just won a big pot, and he rewarded himself further by pulling the girl to him, her back against him, and reaching under her dress, sliding his. . . no, I’m not.’ She peeked at his face to see if he believed her. His expression told her nothing. ‘Anyway, he left us when I was fourteen. Mom got a job working in this bar and made herself invaluable.’ ‘No one’s invaluable,’ he said and took a swig of beer. To himself he said, My God this woman is gorgeous. A fantastic body and look at her mouth . . . ‘Well the owner thought she was, and when his cancer . . .’ she gulped to stifle a sob, ‘Sorry. He was good to me too. Anyway, when the. I slipped into the bath and put my towel on my head and closed my eyes. Pondering life. I heard a bloke in the room ask me ‘haite e?’ and opened my eyes. A 40 ish guy, in good shape, nice Japanese eyes and a buzz cut, covering himself with his sento towel. I nodded and he slipped into the bath, sat back and sighed. We were both relaxing. He said to me in English ‘are you staying here?’ and I was awakened from my reverie. I said yes. He told me was here with a troupe of lads who were runners –. "You're not very fat for a girl, but i want my bitch to be perfectly fit and thin, if i am to lift to her. But we have plenty of time for that." Trixie" was placed in the trunk of Jessica's luxurious car, and off they went. After a 90 minute drive in complete darkness, she felt the car stop. They picked her up like before and followed Jessica inside her mansion. Raya could see through the small door of her cage that the house was really big, each room decorated with a very modern style. But.