I burst into tears this bitch was ruthless "What wrong sweetie" Mistress said in a condesending tone "little pricess dosnt want to be beaten" "You bet...er get usedd to it THat how you will make you money men and women come here and pay to beat and humilate whores like you" "Can i not just sell my hole to make money" "Dont worry Slut your holes will get a good work out too" She laughed After mistress finished tattooing my I have slut tattooed in bright red all over me my bum. my tits,my arm , my. Bobby swung the door open and took me by the elbow, leading me in.The door clicked shut behind us and he walked to the hall, ”You can come in if you want.”I let my finger trace down the wood-paneled hall. Looking around the living room and kitchen as I walked past, I could tell that it was a man's house. A roll of paper towels lay on the table, a pair of socks kicked off in front of an ugly recliner. It smelled like a man’s house.I walked from the dim hall into Bobby's room. Football and. "Sarah saw her beautiful and gentle smile and started to cry. She could not control it. With two quick steps, Tiffany was next to Sarah, touching her face softly and taking the limbless body in her arms. "Oh sweety, I know, it is horrible," she whispered softly in her ear. "But you will live and you are still beautiful." But what can I do like this. I can´t move, I cant do anything!" she screamed, still crying pitifully."Oh my love, oh dear," Tiffany answered kissing her on the forehead.For a. ‘What are you going to do?’ I ask him, trying to buy time. Time. Anything to steal a moment. A waiter walks past with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, ignoring me as though I do not exist. ‘I am going to kill you.’ He says as we push out of the doors, and into a small hallway. I feel my eyes go blurry as tears fill over the brims. In moments, there is cool air on my face, cold air where the tears streaked, and finally the lump in my throat deflates enough to talk. ‘Why–why kill me?’ I feel his hand.