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remaining hairs.   “My garden here is exceptional… you may have noticed it when you arrived?”
    Oh my god.   She really is insane, Jenna thought.
    “No, I forgot, we didn’t take off your blindfold until we were inside.   Such a shame, it really is lovely.”   Cynthia continued walking around her, trailing the finger around her waist again.   “I also have my other garden, Belladonna, down here in the dungeon.   It is where I turn my stepdaughters into beautiful flowers so that they can be brought upstairs to the sunlight to blossom.   It takes a long time to train the new buds, but no flowers leave the dungeon garden until I decide they are worthy.”
    Jenna listened carefully, trying to decipher the meaning behind the insane banter.   She could not escape while they kept her chained, and she wondered if there was a way to fool the woman into thinking that she understood what she wanted.   From what she could understand, there was a chance she would be taken from this horrible place… upstairs where there were telephones and doors leading outside.
    The woman began speaking again.   “Alexander has been most accommodating with my wishes, and my sons also help tend the garden.   They spread their talents equally among the new flowers they bring me, but it is my decision when the flowers are ready to be displayed upstairs.   It’s hard work to produce a quality bloom, but when I decide that you have been cultivated properly, that you are a true Venetia Blossom, you will grace the upstairs rooms of my home or be sold to another collector.”
    Sold?   Collector?   Oh god, what is she talking about?   The trauma to her body and mind since the kidnapping made it difficult to try to make any sense out of what the woman was saying to her.   Jenna was becoming more depressingly frightened, because she thought that the woman was giving her some kind of key to avoid being hurt and to go upstairs.   Something was edging the corner of her mind… something she heard earlier.   At last, it came to her.   Jenna remembered the woman telling someone named Marigold to get the Master.   She asked the man who had abducted her if he would like Pansy sent to him, and she had said that Aster had the only occupied room.   And now, Jenna was Belladonna.
    Cynthia stopped circling when she noticed the beautiful deep blue eyes widen as realization sank in.   “You understand,” she stated, and a smile passed over the cruel woman’s lips.   She held Jenna’s jaw and gently stroked her chin with her thumb.   The green gaze never left her frightened blue stare.   “Next to my family, my garden brings me the most happiness and satisfaction.   You will be coaxed to perfection, Belladonna.   How long you remain in the dark garden depends on how long you decide to take to bloom.”
    Cynthia ran her hands down Jenna’s sides in a soft caress that ended with one strong arm wrapped around her waist, while the other hand traveled to her pussy.   Jenna squirmed and tried to buck free, but the woman’s grip was like steel around her.   She felt her sore pussy lips spread open, and the woman began sliding her finger up and down her slit.
    Jenna could feel her body responding, and she tried again to move away from the finger that was so easily causing her juices to release from her hole.   The stroking finger slipped through the wetness and lubricated her sensitive tissue, brushing over her clit and causing it to begin to stiffen into a tight swollen bead.   Cynthia heard the girl moan in humiliation, and she savored the feeling of power.
    “Good girl… good little flower, Belladonna.   Release your nectar for me,” she whispered.   “Let me see and feel your passion.   This is what will be brought to the surface to bloom, so that all will see your sensual petals exposed for their pleasure.”
    Jenna cried, even as her muscles tightened and began to quiver.   She was lost in the sensation of her building