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that I would never get back, nor did I want it back. It was tainted now; dirty and spoilt.
    I remained still when he pulled out of me, yanked his zip back up and walked from the room silently. The lights dimmed then flashed back on. I stole a peek at the window but the observers had now disappeared and a mirror replaced the viewing pane. I knew they still watched me, still laughed at what I had just become for a man I hated with my whole being.
    Swallowing heavily, I pushed myself up, ignoring the trickle of stickiness between my legs and slowly left the room, my soul still dripping off the table with each spilled pearl from the string that had severed with his brutality.

THE SMILE ON MY FACE contradicted the hatred in my stomach. I hadn’t wanted to enjoy it as much as I had. My dick still throbbed in ecstasy, my balls tingling with the feel of release.
    Her cunt was exquisite… as always, the way those tight muscles of hers molded round my cock like she was sculpted just for me had slammed home the memorable feeling. But it had been that moment of familiarity that had reminded me why I was inside her, fucking her, taking her in front of them to prove to them who I was.
    Her begging me to fuck her had brought on numerous forbidden feelings, one of them too intense to categorize, so I had pushed that aside and concentrated on the need to humiliate her, to degrade her like she asked for.
    Another smile tilted my lips when I opened the door to the room next door. Theo looked up at me from his chair and gave me a half smile.
    “You get it?”
    He nodded then touched a button, bringing one of the screens to life. I watched the images play over then reached down and hit rewind on one particular part.
    ‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’
    I laughed, rewinding then replaying it. “Perfect.”
    ‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’
    ‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’
    ‘Please fuck me, Mr. Troy.’

THE BEAT OF THE WATER felt good against my clammy skin, the steam from the shower clouding my thoughts further. My heart ached with the hatred that ran through me. I hated how I craved him, needed him. My body was constantly stimulated. I wanted to think it was because I hung on to the thought that it was just me craving attention, needing the connection that his body gave me in my loneliness, but I needed to be honest with myself.
    I wanted him to make me feel good again.
    I tipped my head back under the stream, rinsing away the suds from my hair. The river running down my spine brought on memories of Mr. Troy’s fingers sliding down my back. I shivered, trying to remove the pictures that made goosebumps erupt all over my over sensitive body. The scent of the shampoo I found awaiting me today made the strands fall like silk. Everything felt sexual since the day he took me, my body sensitive to any slight movement or touch.
    It had been three days since he had been inside me, or even visited me. I couldn’t drive the thoughts away, the opinion that he had been disappointed in me. Had I not satisfied him like he did me? I didn’t have any memories to compare it to. I didn’t know if I had been good, or if anyone had ever told me I felt good around them. Should I care? NO! Did I? YES.
    I asked to shower in the hope he would come to me. He had always been here in the past when I showered but today the giant had taken me to the door and gestured for me to go inside. I was alone.
    My heart panged for something. I didn’t acknowledge it was him; I put it down to my consciousness yearning for something from my past, something out of my reach. My memories were still keeping my life locked away in the darkness of my mind.
    The turmoil inside me was incredible. I didn’t know if this was my life, what I had been or was used to in my past. Was this normal for me? Was being here who I was? Yet deep down I knew the answers. This wasn’t right. What was happening to me was far from right.
    Maria had been brought back into the room the night Mr. Troy had