How long had she been locked up down here? It felt like she had been trapped for hundreds of years, buried at the bottom of oblivion.
Jenny’s master had not come for her in quite some time now. She was a slave, pure and simple; a slave who was all but forgotten when her services were no longer sought after.
She was locked in this tiny cell, devoid of any human contact.
Her prison had no windows and only one tiny door. She barely fit through it last time she was dragged from this hellhole. She remembered it all too vividly.
Her master flashed a sickening smile as he rubbed her up and down, as if she took joy in his ecstasy.
Life wasn’t always this way for Jenny. When she was younger she was free to do as she pleased. She chose the men with whom she shared her heart, and they respected her.
Now she lay shackled and naked on the floor, waiting for the day her master made his third wish.