The burlap felt scratchy against my face. As I was pulled from the street I didnt know what would happen to me. He manhandled me to his dark basement. There was another prisoner there. She promised to help me, but I dont think she meant it. The fear I felt being taken by such a person only worsened as time went on. Each position she put me in was harder than the last. She wasnt nice to me either. She used me and touched me however she wanted. The gag in my mouth made it difficult for me to protest. She seemed to like my butt. Maybe that will keep me safe. If I just let her play with it for a while she might let me go. If I let her penetrate it maybe she wont hurt me anymore.
