My Secret, My Bully, My Mates

"How long has she been here?"

"A little over a year." He brings me a bowl that has some kind of stew-like substance in it. After he places it in front of me, he walks over and kicks at her with his foot.

"He's been forcing himself on her for a year?!" I can't help the disgust and shock in my voice.

He ignores me and kicks at her again. "Get up, you need to eat before he gets here. He's expecting to see you both up and well today. I'll bring in stuff for you both to clean up with soon."

He places a bowl near her and then he leaves, just like that. Doesn't even look to see if she is awake or if I can reach my food, which is barely the way that I am chained up.

the bowl. It definitely has something in it that smells wrong, but I can't place what

it easier to r*pe someone when they are half unconscious." She sits up like Scarface wasn't just kicking her like a dog. "It's also less exhausting if you pretend to be asleep. Talking to them is like talking to brainless zombies. Everyone who works

her bowl towards herself and starts poking around with

weapons?" I half joke since that was my first thought when I saw the food in the first place. She just looks at me, a knowing, slightly demented look on her face. "Ah, well at least tell me you took someone out with your skills." I say in response. At least she is a fighter and not some damsel

gave Josh his new look." She tilts her head

bowl?" I tilt my head towards hers.

So If you brush off the seasoning, it tends to affect you less, but always look doped up when they come in

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