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Dresden unnerved me. She seemed so brittle. Almost unstable. She looked as if she wanted to strike me. I wouldn’t have minded, if that’s what Trent had wanted. In the Bronx, she would have been one of the girls who I wanted to fight. Not long ago, we would have torn each other’s hair out.
                  Trent led me to an open room. Sinister Light took my hand and guided me to the middle of the floor. There were restraints on the floor. My clothes were taken off and I was tied up in a prostrate position. I saw Marcus, my torturer from several weeks ago, walk into the room. He didn’t glance at me. Trent and Marcus talked for some time, then Trent walked over to me. He stared and then took his shoe and kicked my side lightly.
                  “This is your special night, Carice.”
                  Marcus stood next to Trent and gazed at me. “You’re mine now.”
                  Trent crouched down and moved a strand of hair from my face. “You’ve been a wonderful slave and I have been privileged to be your Master. I’m giving you to a new Master. You will be cared for, cherished and degraded.”
                  Marcus smiled at me and I felt a lick of pleasure in my stomach. Marcus rubbed his finger across my clit. Then he smacked me. “I’ve been thinking about you.”
                  The door then opened and Dresden came barging in wielding a knife. I screamed and Marcus jumped up to block her. Trent managed to grab hold of her and he wrestled the knife out of her hand. He looked furious and enraged. Marcus undid my restraints and grabbed my dress. Marcus led me to the door. I looked back and saw Dresden on the floor crying.
                  “I’m going to murder you,” said Trent.
                  Marcus closed the door and the last glimpse I had of Trent was him standing over Dresden holding the knife.
                  In the hallway, Marcus pulled me close to him. “I would have killed that bitch, if she had hurt you.” Marcus petted my head as if I were a pet. He cupped my face with his hands. “You're my special slave. You will be my only slave.”
                  I closed my eyes. I liked the sound of his voice. It was soft, firm and he clipped his words delicately. He was refined. Marcus was what I secretly longed for in the Bronx. In his grasp, I didn’t feel like garbage.  He could call me anything, but I knew he would take pride in his ownership of me. I was wanted and needed. I was special.
                  “I’ll do anything,” I said.
                  “I know you will. Let’s get you home. My home. The place where you will serve me.”
     
    Dresden:
     
                  My heart was breaking. I was collapsed on the floor and bunched up like an old rag. I had wanted to stab Carice. I wanted to mark her. To make her bleed. I had first left the room to find Megan. After opening several doors and interrupting numerous BDSM sessions, I finally found her on all fours getting pounded. She looked rapturous and paid no attention to me. A man had a belt around her neck and he was tightening it. A few of the men looked at me and glanced at the knife in my hand, the knife I had swiped from another play room. I knew I couldn’t overpower all of them, so I left. I went down two more doors and saw Trent near Carice. It looked like he was cooing at her. All I could see was Trent looking tender. I wanted to stab him. I charged, but I was blocked and then struck until I fell and dropped the knife. Carice and the man, whom I had barely noticed, rushed out of the room. Trent was standing over me.
                  “I’m going to kill you,” he kept saying.
                  “Why did you invite me to meet your whores?” I was sobbing.
                  “I invited you to realize that you are the one. The only