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After she said that she had a terrible feeling in the pit of her stomach.. it was so quiet she could hear her own heart beating and the sound of her breathing. Then she heard the rattle of the keys, a key sliding in the lock, the sound of a heavy door opening then closing... " WAITTTT!!" she screamed. but it was to late as she heard the dead bolt slide into place.

For a few seconds she seemed frozen in place. Then she crawled over to where she thought the voice had come from searching for the door. After a few minutes she found it... it felt like a heavy steal door of some kind.. she tried to bang against it with her hands which where still tightly bound together. but all she got where more bruises on her hands as she banged and yelled. She couldn't hear any sound coming from the other side of the door.. the only sound where those she was making herself. Amy slid down the door sobbing.

800 miles away the first phone call was going out to Amy's friends.

She didn't know how long she had been down there .. she had lost all track of time.. minutes seemed like hours. hours seemed like days down here in the pitch darkness. Then her bladder felt like it was going to burst... how long had it been since she used the bathroom? She squirmed uncomfortably trying to will herself not to go. hold it and holding it.. Finally when she couldn't hold it any longer she crawled away from the door trying to get as far away as she could.. she slid down her undies which with her arms and feet bound was no easy feat. and there in the cold basement she peed on the floor.. when she was done she moved back in front of the door and waited ... and waited .. some times she would sleep .. some times she would cry ... other times she would just sit for hours in the darkness.. how long? only James knew that.
 
James returned back down the stairs once more, again he had another plate of food in his hand, this time however he turned on the light before he stepped inside. Perhaps with the light on he could sway her into submission. That and it would disorientate her since she had well and truly adjusted to her new dark environment, the sudden burst of light would leave her quite blinded. Opening the door up once more, proudly walking though, letting the heavy door shut behind him. Looking around the basement for Amy, his eye spotted a small discolored puddle causing a smile to creep from his lips.

"I trust that you are enjoying the choices that were made. Today however I am not so generous, and I will be less and less giving as time passes by until you agree to my terms even if I will not tell them to you. The price you pay is irrelevant, remember that and you may just be able to live like a normal person, not that a filthy whore like yourself that pisses where ever she feels like it should deserve that chance."

Picking up the fork, James pushed the utensil into the steamed carrot and beans, lifting the food to his lips. He was going to eat in front of her, he had told her he would not repeat himself, perhaps he wanted her to beg this time around. What would she beg for, and after hearing the terms should she want something would she continue to adamantly wish for them or defiantly resist some more.
 
Amy made a slight noise of discomfort as she was suddenly blinded by a bright light. Even with her eyes closed it took her a few minutes to adjust to the light coming through her eye lids. Slowly she opened her eyes squinting. She saw the outline of a large man standing by a large metal door. She couldn't make out his face, her eyes where still trying to adjust to the light.

Amy might have had a hard time seeing but James was not. When he mentioned the puddle on the floor her cheeks turned bright red as a heat of embarrassment washed over her making her feel dirty and ashamed.

She could smell the food even before she saw it.. her stomach make an audible loud noise as it called out for food. Amy looked up at the man as he started eating. " please sir may i have something to eat." she said in a low voice that sounded like she was going to burst out crying at any moment. Her huge blue eyes looking up at him were already filling with tears.
 
James smiled as she begged for food. "Alright, you can have your food, but only if you remove your panties, as an added bonus I will even let you have your wrists freed if you include the shirt too. You may be allowed one other option given from the last time, you may pick which one you want and I will tell you what you will pay for it. You will have five seconds to accept the terms and then I will walk out. The next time that I return you may not be so lucky as to be given a second chance. Hell I may not wish to even give you the option of dinner."

It was clear that James did not care if she was well fed or not or if she lived in her own excrement. He was quite happy to leave her to rot, tormenting her when he wished. Amy's best option was to agree to his terms and hope that if she accepted readily enough to most or all of his terms that her life would not suffer as much as she might be put through should she continue to defy him.

Waiting for Amy's answer to his offers, he took another bite of her food, the longer she waited the less she would have to eat. It was after all just clothing that he had asked for, it was not like he was demanding the world from her.
 
She subconsciously licked her lips. Her wrists hurt and where starting to grow cold from the lack of circulation but she couldn't do it. She looked at him .. " I'll take off my panties." she said as she blushed. but knowing she still had her skirt to keep her covered. .. the second choise was much harder to make needing .. no wanting both things.. the light or the bucket. .. but if she didn't have light she wouldn't be able to see where the bucket was anyways, but then even with the light what would she be seeing anyways .. the walls the concrete floor? ... .... .... ... " the bucket," but she said this not more out of needing the bucket still with no light it would be hard .. but she said it to see what he had planed for his next condition
 
James placed the plate of food down on the ground and walked over towards Amy, this time she had chosen without knowing the consequences and this time he would give her no way to back out. She would get her bucket but even if she did resist him her price will be met. Reaching down to Amy, James wrapped his arms around the restrained teen, his hands wandering, molesting her body with his touch. The bucket was worth a heavy petting session, his hands working their way beneath her clothing, no hesitation, no sudden stopping even he Amy protested. His hands were to be the first to ravage her, to tarnish her good girl image. Now she was dirty, she had been molested, her most private parts of her body that no man had touched now were no longer so pure.

Holding Amy close to him, he had far more strength and a size advantage to keep her from struggling free, no matter her struggles it was a near certainty that he would render them all but futile. Grinning as he enjoyed the molestation, pulling her onto his lap as he touched her, softly he whispered into her ear "Only dirty girls let boys do this to them and only a slut would get off on this, you are a dirty dirty girl, let us see if you truly are a slut." His fingers passing down to her underwear, slipping beneath them to caress his thumb over her clit, stroking it like it were a kitten, repeatedly as it purrs for more.
 
Amy watched James as he laid the play down.. and as he walked over to her she cringed back away from him .. lifting her arms up in a fertile attempt to protect herself as James lifted her up off her feet. She was kicking and screaming as he wrapped his strong arms around her pulling her into his lap.

He was more then twice her size as he easily over took her. " Nooo, stoppp!" she screamed but his hands where all over her reaching under her cloths, grabbing at her tiny body in ways she had never been touched before... She was helpless to stop him as he moved his hands between her tender thighs.. she was trying to hold them tightly closed but his hand was much to powerful for her.. terror filled her as she felt his hand slipping under her panties moving over her soft hairless mound his fingers parting her tender pink lips touching her where she had never been touched before. She felt so ashamed and humiliated as his fingers and as his fingers found her the sensitive little nub of a clit her whole body shook .. her face turning bright red with embarrassment... she was screaming and begging him to stop .. tears where rolling down her face. Her clit throbbed and pulsed as it started to swell to the stimulation of his fingers making her feel like his words .. dirty
 
James continued to molest Amy despite her verbal pleas and physical lash outs. Her cries and tears were wonderful music, assaulting her clitoris with his forefinger and thumb, it was his intention to break her by proving that she was indeed a filthy dirty slut, just as he had told her all along. All he needed to do was bring her to orgasm, or perhaps more cruelly, bring her to the brink and ask if she wants him to continue, if she did indeed agreed to it it would cement her opinion that he was right and if he could make her believe it then she might be far more accepting of any other label he attaches to her, after all if it was the case, he had proved himself to know her better than she knew herself.

That was the problem with good girls, the sort that thought all types of sex were bad, that it was dirty until marriage. At the very core, women are just as sexual as men, they crave it just as much as their male counterparts. James thought to his school days back when he had studied Shakespeare or at least believed that this particular quote was from the English play write. If you cut me do I not bleed, adding to it he thought up if you arouse me do I not feel pleasure. He was a man, broad shouldered, muscular and a fine specimen of masculinity if only taking into account his physical attributes, she was a woman, a growing woman at that, one with little experience if any, it was only natural that his touch arouse her.

"Your lips say no, but your body is telling me differently. Your nipples hardening, your body arching as I rub your sensitive clit, the growing dampness between your legs, you want this, your mind is just not up with the times. You think you are still daddy's little girl, innocent and pure." snorting a laugh into her ear after he utter those words. "You are a horny little slut, a bitch in heat just begging to be tamed. Even your little brother could see your true nature, a wanton bitch in need of cock."
 
Amy face was flushed.. her tiny body was shaking, as James taunted her with his words all the time taunting her sensitive little clit.. never having been touch before it was incredibly sensitive under his fingers .. and he knew how to make the tiny little bud pulse and dance under his fingers.. It swelled and turned bright pink as James tormented the tiny clit with his fingers.

All the time Amy's body was rocking ... beads of sweat came on her forhead .. she was gasping for breath between her pleading for him to stop. " Nooooo,, ahhh ahhhhhh stttooooopppp" she cried over and over ... she was filled with horror as she couldn't control her body.
 
James continued to torment his young victim, his fingers continuing to assault her sensitive nub, his other hand however was busy under her shirt, tending to two other sensitive nubs, her pert breasts and nipples. He had no intention of stopping despite the protests, in fact her screams drove him on, furthering his desire to humiliate her by bringing her an orgasm. Leaning in, James softly wrapped his lips over a small part of her ear lobe, testing to see if it was one of her sensitive spots, trailing light kisses over her neck down to her shoulder. "If you truly hated this you would not be panting like a bitch in heat."

Grinding the erection in his pants beneath Amy, making sure she felt it against her, attacking her verbally once more "Only naughty girls removed their hair, how did you remove it, wax?" it was highly unbelievable that a girl of 16 would be completely bare without some form of upkeep, since he had yet to feel even a wisp of fluff she had been doing some upkeep of her own. "If you tell me, maybe I will let you go." he lied but who was to know what Amy believed anymore, she had much self doubt now thanks to his ridiculing taunts that perhaps she trusted his word over her own.
 
"aahhhhhh, noooooo," she gasped, but it sounded more like a moan. Her face was growing more and more flushed as he spoke into her ear.. Her lips where trembling like her body was. .. she tried to speak .. but she was gasping trying to catch her breath. " i...i... i... diddddddd" was all she could manage.

James was cupping her breast squeezing them almost painfully as his fingers continued there assault on her sensitive clit. Her nipples grew into stiff little pink peaks as he rolled them between his fingers. She was squirming on his lap.. struggling.. but to her horror the more she struggled the more she could feel his cock growing in his pants. and something else was happening which terrified her just as much.. where she was sitting, struggling on his lap .. it was slowly growing wet.
 
James had a shit eating grin on his face, Amy was getting off on this, he had known that for a while but it seemed like she was finally coming to terms with it which was good timing since it was just about time for her to cum. When she admitted to waxing he was even happier, she was admitting her guilt, her sinful actions. "Only naughty girls wax, they do so because they want a fat cock buried in their snatch. You want my cock buried inside of you too, why else would you keep grinding against it, moaning like a two bit porn star. Rubbing his fingers against her, continuing to pleasure her sensitive nubs, his hand on her breasts squeezing a bit harder this time, hard enough that they might even leave a few marks but perhaps not enough to leave a long lasting bruise.

Kissing her neck, he sucked on her flesh, giving her a hickey, perhaps her first. His hand moving from under her shirt, reaching up to shift her jaw so that she was facing her shoulder, providing him with enough of a shift to be able to again steal what could be another first, his lips pressing against hers. For the moment he was not game to stick his tongue down her throat in case she had a moment of defiance and thought that she could get away with hurting him. But also it was so that he could see her reaction, would she kiss back, would she balk at the mere touch. Would this intimate action be the push over the edge to bring all her walls crashing down, to bring her that moment of happiness, that pleasurable orgasm. James wanted her to feel dirty, to feel slutty, to want to be HIS dirty little slut. It was not something he could achieve overnight but it was something that he could train her to be, one orgasm at a time.
 
Amy was biting her lip trying to stop her body from doing what ever the hell it was doing.. she had no control as her body rocked and shifted over James fingers. it felt like every nerve in her body was attached to that little spot James was rubbing... Her clit was so ripe and swollen if felt like it was going to explode .. Amy had waves of heat coursing through her body... she was moaning and screaming at the same time for James to stop as he kept molesting her tiny body.

She felt Jame's hot breath against her delicate neck this his lips brushing over the soft skin as he started to suck... she moaned even louder ... her head was spinning .. she couldn't make him stop , then she felt his lips over hers and she panicked and froze, then she started violently shaking her head trying to shake his lips from hers.. and then just as her lips broke free her body had a complete meltdown as her juices started to squirt from her pussy.
 
James shifted his hand a little, his thumb flicking over her clitoris as his fingers explored further south, pressing against her nether lips and teasing the her virgin asshole, he did not intend to fully insert either finger but looked to tease them as she came, a smile breaking out on his face as she moaned and quivered. "That is it, proof that you are filthy, that you truly are a worthless slut that craves a mans touch. This is not the response of a pure and innocent, can you still tell me that you are a good girl, that you are innocent, that you are not a nympho slut in need of cock?"

He wanted an answer, he wanted to hear her admit it, he wanted to see if this was all it took to make her change her tune and to agree that she was impure and dirty. With her acceptance of her obscene nature she might be ready to shed her misguided good girl attitude and embrace the depraved prices he demanded of her. "Say it with me now, I am a dirty filthy slut" His touch still going, he knew enough about women that their orgasms lasted longer than his own, and that if could heighten the sensation if he continued to please her. "I..." starting the sentence for her, hoping that she would speak up and join him in vocalizing her depraved transformation.
 
She throw her head back .. her lips where quivering as she was moaned...
"oooowwww, stopppp!" but now she was saying it more to her own body then to what James was doing. Her own body betraying her as it shook and quivered to his touch. Each flick of his finger seemed to make her body jump.. she could feel his other hand moving down to join the one tormenting her tiny swollen clit as it started rubbing against both her tightly closed holes... her body tightened and squeezed both holes tight .. but even still she couldn't stop the juices that where flowing from her pussy. Her body trembled in orgasm as this stranger played with her most forbidden places. She gasped trying to catch her breath, " Noooo, i'm not .. im not a slutttt.' She moaned
 
James pulled his fingers away and pushed Amy to the ground as she denied her slutty self. Standing up not worrying that he had just thrown her from his lap onto the concrete, dusting himself off. "Good girls dont soil their panties like that, better hurry up and take them off. I am going to get you that bucket just as I had promised. If you don't have them off before I return I will do more than just attack you with my fingers." They had a deal, she would lose her panties and she would get fed, and the bucket he had been paid for in the molestation. He had promised his part half way, as had she.

Walking away, he headed for the door, unlocking it so that he could leave and get the bucket from up stairs. He did not have to go far, it had been just outside the door. Within thirty seconds he had returned with the bucket. Hopefully Amy had taken the threat seriously and taken the time to remove her panties. The next attack might steal her virginity and that would leave her with far less of a persuasive argument as to why she was not a slut.
 
"aaaaaaahhhhh" Amy landed hard bruising her hip.. she was still trembling and in shock as she looked up at James as he stood over her calling her a slut. She felt so nasty and dirty and James was taking full advantage of her feelings. His words bringing tears to her eyes, her lips trembled and had chin quivered as she was on the brake of crying. Her clit was still pulsing, throbbing, Her pussy was soaking wet with her juices.

His words putting fear into her .. she never wanted him to touch her again. As soon as he turned to walk to the door she quickly slipped her panties off.. by the time he came back with the bucket she had them in her hands.. her hands where still bound.. her wrists where bright red where the ropes had rubbed them raw. As she held out her panties she asked, " can you please untie my hands?"
 
James wandered back inside with the bucket. Dropping it down on the ground a few feet from Amy, looking down to the crying broken teen, he could see her panties in her hands and was surprised that she when she asked him to untie her wrists. Had she forgotten that she had not agreed to that. The price was her shirt, or had she changed her mind at the last moment feeling that he would leave her alone in her dark prison any second now. "Hmm?" raising an eyebrow before continuing with a response other than just a guttural utterance. "Have you decided now to another of my deals, I had given you five seconds to decide and you take five minutes. I will take those panties now and if you are good, perhaps next time I will see about undoing those bonds."

As much as he wanted to take the shirt from her back those rope marks were only going to get worse and the pain would help him in controlling her. The more in pain she became the more likely she would submit to his whims in order to escape from her torment. Reaching down to take her soaked panties from her, smiling down to her as he bid her farewell "Goodnight my little wet nympho, try not to masturbate too much whilst I am away." When he had what he came for he headed for the door, and when he had passed through it, the light switch was the next thing to go. Dinner was getting cold somewhere on the floor, just as somewhere nearby was her bucket.
 
" The light, you bastard! You said my shirt for the light!" she screamed after him, "You didn't say anything about untieing my wrists that wasn't part of the deal!" But by then James had already shut the door behind him. When she had asked James to untie her wrists she really didn't expect him to do it, but she wanted to see what he would say on the off chance he did have a human bone in his body. So it came as no great surprise when he refused to take the ropes from her wrists.

Now plunged back into darkness she lowered her head as if in defeat, tears where rolling down her soft cheeks. All she could think about where the words he said to her and what he did. Even now it felt like his fingers where still working on her clit maybe not with the same intensity, but it was still swollen and throbbing.. she felt so dirty and humiliated. How could her body betray her like that. Being young and sexually naive she didn't know that that tiny clit held so many nerve endings and once stimulated it didn't need the consent of her mind, especially one that was sexually inexperienced, for her body to react out of her control.
At that moment she hated herself almost as much as she hated James.

" ahhh fuck, fuck, fuck the food," Amy said out loud " where the fuck is the food." shhhh think, think, think girl.. the last time you saw it James was standing about half way between you and the door and a bit over to the right, She was thinking to herself as if her mind was another person talking to her. Now you only have one chance to do this right, miss it and you could be hunting around in the dark for it for hours giving the size of this room. At this point Amy had no idea where she was, was she in somebodies basement, a warehouse, hell she could have even been in somebodies attic however she doubted that giving the concrete floor. She thought a very large basement was more like it. She slowly started crawling in the direction she thought the food would be in. Sweeping her hands out from side to side in front of her, she didn't want to miss if just cause she was a little bit off. She found the food fairly easy probably no more then 3 or 4 minutes. The food was ice cold. But she really didn't care at this point. How long had it been since she ate? 2 days, 3, maybe it was a week she had no idea how long she had been down here, or how long she was unconscious before she awoke in this nightmare. She hadn't even realized how hungry she was until she started eating, when she finished the plate she licked it clean.

Her hands where numb and sore from the tightness of the ropes that had been binding her hands. they had been tightly tied since she had first woken in the dark, what she assumed was a basement. As she was licking the plate it slipped from her hands, she heard it hit the floor and brake.
Oh great now i'm going to cut myself, she thought. .. cut myself? Then she realized that she might be able to cut the ropes. The pieces from the plate though sharp were not sharp enough to slice right through the rope .. it took her a good half hour working the sharp edges through the rope. Finally the ropes pulled away from her wrists.. her hands stung as the blood rushed back into her fingers, but the release of having the ropes rubbing against her wrists was worth it. With the use of both hands she had much less trouble cutting the ropes around her ankles. As she stood up on her feet for the first time in days her legs felt weak and shaky at first but now it was much more easy to find her way around in the dark. Soon she found the bucket. Along with what seemed to be some kind of chest used for moving pushed against one corner of the basement. She pushed the chest over and was able to climb up on the lid... it was small but at least she would be off the cold floor.
 
James was a busy man, he still had things to do outside of taking care of his little slut. The soiled underwear he took from her was used to train his dog to her scent. Even if she did escape she would not get too far if he continued to give his dog her scent. It would take some time before it would become fool-proof but it was a work in progress. His days were long, unpacking boxes and setting everything up the way he wanted it, hosting poker parties with his buddies, today was the fourth day that he had had in her captivity, it was the first day in which he would not see her. His evening was busy with his friends and he did not have the time to sneak away from them not until 2am and by then he had been too drunk and tired to do so.

The next day had been just as eventful, thankfully his evening had been completely freed up for some alone time. Dinner tonight had been rice, loose spinach leaves and a piece of steak. Amy's portion was smaller than his, but she was a small girl compared to him, tonight he would take down a bottle of water too, a half gallon bottle of water to prevent the little slut from dehydrating. It would be good in its own punishment too as the more fluids she ate the more frequently she would need the bucket.

Just like the last time, the lights were turned on and shortly after James entered from the locked door. Because the basement was well lit and had pretty much nothing in it he could see everything, the shattered plate and the rope left near where he had left it and a small trail on blood from where Amy had given herself a minor injury. "Looks like there was a slut in here acting very naughty. Breaking dishes, and leaving a mess all over the floor. Perhaps I should just leave now and take this food and water away." James waited for a moment to see what Amy's reactions to his comments and his presence would be. It was a danger to leave her the broken shards of ceramic plate since it could be used as a weapon against him or as a means of suicide, he did not want to die nor did he want to deal with disposing of a corpse. It would be a problem too if he kept losing plates to her so this would be the last time he would use his good plates, he had just the perfect thing too to humiliate her whilst keeping her well fed. A dog bowl.
 
Time passed so slowly for Amy down here in the darkness. How long was he gone. Was he even going to come back? she asked herself. Part of her didn't want him to come back, but another part of her didn't want to be left down here to die either. She was cold .. the crate she had been sleeping on offered little comfort but it was still better then the cold floor. Inside the create she had found some kind of material that felt like it might have been there to cushion what ever had been inside the create. she was able to pull it off and make a makeshift blanket that she used to help keep her warm but the cold still seemed to seep into her after so many hours in the cold damp basement.

She had been asleep when she was woken by the bright light and the sound of Jame's voice. Her eyes squinting and again all she could see was his hulking form standing near the door. Unconsciously she cringed away from the sight of him, just the sound of his voice sent shivers down her spine. She knew he was going to be mad when he saw she had untied herself, and now that he was here she was shaking in terror.

"It was an accident. i was having a hard time holding it with my hands tied. I dropped it." .. her hunger over taking her fear, " Please don't leave.. i'm .. i'm hungry." Her eyes slowly adjusting to the light she was watching his face to see his reaction.
 
James looked to the terrified Amy, she was hungry and frightened and that would be perfect as he could use it against her much as he had done the other day. "I was going to offer you three things today but as you broke a plate and bled all over the floor I think I will only allow you to have two things today. I was going to get you a mattress but I think I shall have to reconsider since it is clear that you are not well behaved." Turning to the plate of food as he thought about it "As for your food, its clear you cannot be trusted with your plates so I think today we are going to have to rectify this situation. I will be taking the plate with me today. That leaves you with one last option, the lights."

Smirking as he looked back to Amy, he knew he could lord it over her with his deals, she had seen what they were like first hand, was she really going to accept another one even just to eat or drink. Would she give in and accept two of her offers or was it that she wanted all three and was willing to beg for all three. A warm place to sleep, food and water for her hungry stomach and to be able to see, something that had been denied to her for more than half a week. She did not have any panties anymore so its not like she could use them to barter with, and within a week that might mean she could be naked if it continued in this trend. James knew he had time on his side, he could wait a week, a month. Amy on the other hand did not have such a blessing, in a months time would she even be able to recognize herself, if she traveled through time to meet up with her future self would the two of them have anything in common, would her future self disgust her? The answer was more likely to be an emphatic yes than a resounding no.
 
She was shaking, her eyes looked like a frightened doe caught in someones headlights. " Please sir don't take the food. I promises to try to be more careful." It had been two days since James had left the plate she broke and her stomach was calling out to be feed.

To her the way she was hearing it he was only offering to leave the lights on for her. Which in itself would be a blessing to the young teenager. Her lip started quivering not quite sure what to ask for, what was he offering and what was the price she would have to pay to get it. But right now her senses where being clouded by her hunger as she watched him with the plate in his hand.
 
James looked to Amy as she begged him not to take the food, smirking down to her, he was as Leonardo DiCaprio stated in the film the Titanic, The King of the World. That world however was this basement and in it, there was only one other person, Amy. "So you will comply with any terms I stipulate just so long as I allow you to eat and have the lights left on?" setting the record straight so she did not think he had lied to her, it was her own fault for not agreeing to the terms last time that her wrists were still bound although she had managed to get out of them on her own.

"If you want the mattress however it is going to cost you far more than the prices that I want from the others, think carefully because I will only offer this once, the only thing I can promise you is that if you are to take all three that you will find the suffering I have dolled out so far was mere childs-play." James was letting the wheels turn in his head, he had already gotten good prices for the other two, the mattress was a very good deal too, something warm for her in this cold place, especially as it was now November, the weather would get much colder soon. Perhaps he could bend her will far enough to have her willingly give him head or it might even be the best chance he could get to legitimately smack her around. He could always do the latter but it would be for fun, not for punishment. The former was another deep wound to her pride, perhaps a fatal one that would finally let her admit she is a slut. Here was hoping.
 
....... She took her time thinking about her options. What he did to her last time was horrible.. she was still deeply ashamed about what she had done, or what her body had done. She knew she needed to eat that was a given... The light although it would have made this hell a little more bearable but she could live without it. It wasn't like there was anything down here to look at. So what it really came down to was did she want the mattress bad enough. She had the crate she had found, but he also found her sleeping on that when he came in. So who was to say the sick bastard wouldn't take that away from her. A mattress for a little bit of pain...... she was thinking, ...she was still a virgin what if he wanted more then just to feel her up. It wasn't an easy choice for her. If she didn't take the mattress now when would he offer it again? Would he ever offer it again? Would the price she'd have to pay latter be worse then the price she'd have to pay now? These where all thoughts that went through her mind.

Finally.. she finally said, " all three"
 
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