”“You got your mother walkin’ naked in a slave collar?” the first guard said, blinking. “Pater’s cock, that’s barkin’ insane. Wouldn�...t treat my mam like that.”“Maybe she don’t cook that good, “ the second said. “If my mam didn’t cook good, I’d sell ‘er off. Least then my wife stop whining ‘bout the old biddy.”“So, can we enter?” I asked, getting annoyed.The first guard shrugged. “We was just curious. Anyone can enter Remna. Least so long as you don’t got no bounties on your ‘eads. You got a. Enraged, Emily continued to thrash, screaming loudly as he buried his face in her, his tongue delighting as her body began to react to the invading tongue, and her juices began to flow. Then he pulled back. A plastic tube emerged from his pocket, and she felt a cold, slimy wetness as he poured it directly onto her vagina, then slid a single finger into her slit, massaging the lubricant into her insides. He stood and admired his handiwork, his hands glistening, then walked away. Emily flinched. She put it up over the mantlepiece. Then she rearranged the furniture she wanted to keep. It took quite some shoving back and forth, but after about thirty minutes the room was a lot more to her liking. Finally she could take her music and books downstairs and put them in the living room, where they belonged. Her mother had always complained whenever she tried to change anything in there – even if only putting a book in the bookcase. She happily spent the rest of the afternoon carting her stuff. There’s no windows and the doors lock from inside, so there shouldn’t be a major problem.” She was floored. He had called Chad by his name, without flinching. From what she had learned from all of the movies she’d watched, captors didn’t show faces or give names unless they didn’t plan on their victim leaving with any capability to identify them. Her gut dropped as she worried that knowing their names would put her in further harm. When she looked at him, his unnerving smile showed.