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pointed to my face. “What did ya do?”
    I looked down at my meal. We weren’t given utensils so I guess they expected us to eat what appeared to be mashed potatoes with our hands. “I tried to run.”
    Becca laughed again. “Didn’t get far, huh?”
    “Nope.”
    “The doc have a look at ya?”
    I felt my cheeks growing hot and I nodded, not able to look Becca in the eye. “Yeah.”
    “Other than your face you look like you’re in pretty good shape. No training session?”
    I shook my head. “I got examined and then taken to The Boss and then brought back here.”
    She huffed. “You’re lucky, girl.”
    “So what now?” I lifted my eyes to meet Becca’s. “What are they going to do with me?”
    She shrugged. “We’re all different. Some girls are here a few days and sent off, some are here for months being trained into whatever our owners want us to be.”
    “What’s your story?”
    “I just got bought.” She placed her tray on the cot and walked over to the bars separating our cells, lifted her hair and turned. I couldn’t hold back the gasp as my eyes went wide. Her back was a gnarled mess of scars.
    “Why are they doing that to you?”
    “They’re trying to break me. Make me completely submissive. It’s not working. They’ll have to kill me before they break me.”
    “But if they can’t sell you…”
    “They’ll kill me.”
    I gasped. “Ohmygod!”
    “They kill the girls who won’t turn in front of us, a sort of a warning, I guess.” The woman’s dark eyes took on a sad, lost look. “Sometimes I wish they’d just kill me and get it over with. I’ll die before they send me to my new owner.”
    “But, maybe…”
    “Being bought doesn’t make it better. We’re not being sold to men who want us for their soulmates or spouses. We’re sold to monsters who want to use us for their own depraved pleasure and see us in pain. No doubt the people we’re sent to are worse than the ones here.”
    I didn’t know how I could handle the abuse she visibly endured; I had no idea how it would be possible. I closed my eyes and attempted to settle my nerves. I had to stay strong and stick to the original plan: play along, be whatever they wanted me to be and wait for my chance. Despite my little self-pep talk the tears began to flow and I didn’t care. The monsters weren’t here to see me and I knew Becca sure as hell wouldn’t hold it against me.
     
     

 
    Chapter 4
     
    I’m not sure how long I was left in my cell. I’m assuming it was three days. The only way days could be measured was by mealtimes, if you could call them meals. I’m convinced that they were leftover TV dinners, or leftovers from a soup kitchen, the food was that tasteless and all-around horrible. But I quickly realized that it was better than nothing and I needed to keep up my strength, so I ate. It’s quite amazing what a person will eat when they’re hungry enough.
    After finishing my “meal” I used the facilities and when I say facilities I mean bucket. The first time I had to use it I actually held my bladder to the point where I nearly pissed myself. After seeing several of the other slaves shamelessly use their buckets I couldn’t deny myself any longer. When in Rome, right?
    There was the sound of voices and footsteps coming down the hallway outside and we all manned the position, on our cots, eyes downcast. Our food trays were all situated at the fronts of our cells for retrieval, even those who hadn’t finished their meals. We had a set amount of time to eat, so eating fast was of the essence, because once they took the trays that was all until the next feeding time. The door swung open and a voice I didn’t recognize told the other men to stay at the door.
    Curiosity got the better of me and I lifted my head just enough so I could see the owner of the new voice – The Boss’s son. I didn’t mean to, but I lifted my head a little further and watched as he grabbed a leash from the hook on the wall