Don't know where I got this idea. It actually just came out of the blue. I hope you like it either way.

There are soft moans and pants all around me. Others just like me, bound, awaiting the master. I couldn't see them. Sometimes we were able to see each other. Sometimes. We were all bought from different places. A way to stop us from feeling. Yet I still feel bad for the others like me. I still wish for them to escape, even if I am unable. We hear footsteps, and all turn in anticipation. It was Master. He has come to pick. Everyone starts to cry out, well those who can. They cry for him to pick them. Pick them to be his outlet for pleasure. Rumors are that if you please him enough, he'll let you go. But to what cost? More will take your place. I don't cry out like the others. I'm drained, at least, I'm pretendinng to be. I slept well, hunger and thrirst finally drove me to eat and drink what they gave us. It was good food but they were packed with energizers to last two days without sleep. As long as I keep pretending, I'm safe. I smell him. His colone chokes me slightly as he get's closer. I can tell he's looking at me. He lifts my chin. I can't see him but I know he's waiting for me to beg him to take me.

"Why do you still fight Isaah? I know you gave in. Now give in to me. If you're good, I'll let you go. This will be the last time."

I shake my head. I'm not the only one who is good at pretending. "Why do you have to lie?" I ask. Instead of answering, he lugs me over his shoulder, and carries me out of wherever I was. I start to cry. I'm emotionally hurt. Yet I don't know why. He lays me down on what I presume to be the table. It's cold against me heated skin. I grind my teeth and tense a little. My hands are tied behind my back and I have a blindfold over my eyes. It's been so long since I've seen anything. I miss my Mother, my Father, my little sister Alline, my boyfriend Justin. He must be worried sick. I haven't seen him in 3 years. I know he's still looking for me. When I hear the tv sometimes, I can hear Master laughing as the tv called off the names of missing people and the loved ones who were looking for them. They would repeat the names everytime the program came on. People would slowly stop being called and I could hear the sad sighs of the others around me. I heard my name called. They said Justin was still looking for me. My family accepted that they would never see me again. But Justin was still looking. I just had to get out of here.

"You will submit to me. Do you really think that some guy is really looking for you? If you do escape, and tell him what happened here, do you think he'll take you back? You slept with other people. Just stay here. Where you aren't judged by what goes on here. You get fed, watered, you have a roof over your head."

He shoves himself into me and I hold back a moan. Despite his roughness, it didn't hurt. I didn't want him inside me. I didn't want his hands on me. Yet my body responded the way he wanted it to. "Will you really let me go?" I ask.

"Why would you want to leave?"

I try to glare at him but he starts to move and grind his hips into me. I pant heavily and continue to hold in any moan that threatened to escape. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. "I-I want to go home. If I do what you want, you have to let me go." He flips me over, with me bent over the table, and pounds into me almost painfully.

"I do whatever I want. You are not the boss around here. I am. But whatever you say. Do what I want, you'll get your damn freedom. Now moan."

With a groan and defeated sigh, I let out the involuntary moans.

I just have to keep pretending.

How did you like it? It was just a small story. Don't think I'm gonna continue this.