A twisted little adventure...

---Adena’s POV---

I sat in the middle of a long, gothic looking dinner table, clutching a tissue over my nose; the blood had thankfully started slowing down. The table was thin but long, holding 5 seats on each side of the table, enough for all the girls and all of their masters. Andy hadn’t changed me or made any effort to get me ‘ready’ he’d just left me in my same vest and boy shorts, my hair a birds nest from all the pulling and my nose still broken and bloody. Aren’t you meant to go to the emergency room for this sort of thing? Who cares anyway? Every bit of the fire that I was had been sucked out by this man in just a few short hours. I know it at that moment that it was all over. I was going to die in here.
I wonder how the other girls are? Did anyone else have it this bad?
My mind wondered to the little red haired girl, I really hope she’s okay, that her guy was a little nicer than mine. She seemed sweet. She seemed scared.
The double doors slamming again interrupted my train of thought; Andy was back from his smoke. It occurred to me that I could have made a break for it in that time. And what, get more bones broken?
“Hello kitten” he growled, before sitting down next to me. Even though he had done nothing, he had this overwhelming powerful aura around him, making me feel as though I was tied up, that every move I make could be wrong. That anything is fatal.
“I said hello-” He said sternly “a nice girl would respond to that.”
“Hello master.” I whimpered.
“How’s your nose, dearie?” He laughed, smugly.
With that the door opened again.
“Oh, seriously?” asked the man who had just arrived hand in hand with the blue haired girl, Sadie, “what have you done to her Andy?”
“I’ve done nothing.” Andy snaps “my kitten here just had a little accident, isn’t that right?”
“Yes.” I whimpered, helpless.
Sadie and the man sat down across the table from us. It wasn’t fair- she was completely unharmed, he was holding her hand like he really cared about her- she was smiling. She was happy. I was being humiliated, forced to do sexual things and having my bones broken and she got to be happy. She was wearing a large faded black t-shirt, that I could only assume was his, like it was a dress. They looked, if taken out of context, just like one of those really over the top couples who always posted pictures of each other on Instagram- but then you remembered the whole kidnapping ordeal and all they looked was fifty shades of fucked up. She hadn’t said anything as she came in the room. She was the one fighting so much this morning and she had seemingly been reduced to a loved up mess.
“Andy this is day one. They have only been here since this morning. We all told you to chill.” The man said, angrily.
I liked him. He was still a kidnapping cunt. I was still jealous of Sadie. But at least he was sticking up for me.
The door slams again
“Yo what the fuck?” I heard Roxy say. She walked in confidently, despite the fact she was half naked, in a see through white mesh dress, with no bra and only a skimpy little thong on. At least someone else was being sexually humiliated, even though she seemed to be perfectly happy with it.
“Shush whore.” Said the tall man following her, in a seemingly jokey manner “at dinner you only speak when spoken to, got it?”
“Yes daddy.” Roxy chimed back, seeming totally okay with this whole situation. Daddy? I wanted to throw up. Being forced to call these fuckers master was bad enough but she seemed happy to call her sick fuck daddy? This girl has serious issues.
“Daddy?” Andy laughed, “Ash I told you they should call you master.”
“Yeah well, I decided I prefer daddy. And it seems my whore does too.” He said, groping her almost bare boob.
How can she be so happy with this? How can both of them be so content? They had been kidnapped. They were in the single most fucked up situation there was on the planet. They were being held as sex slaves for gods sake. These girls must be fucking insane.

But then again, what choice do I have? There’s no way I could get out of here. I’ve already seen what happens when you fight it. I wish I could be happy. But I just can’t.


---Scarlett’s POV---

I whimpered upon entry to the room. I couldn’t stop the fear rising in my throat at the sight of the other men and the girls from before. Every girl seemed to be dressed a little different, and each one of them held a different expression on their face. I caught sight of Roxy; I think her name was, the blonde girl from this morning, she was half naked, her nipples showing through a see through dress, and the man next to her was gripping her thigh so hard it must hurt.
“Why is she dressed like that?” I whispered to Jinxx, who held my hand supportively as we walked up to the almost full table; we were the last to arrive.
“Well the thing is Scarlett, you belong to me, so I can let you dress however you want.” He explained “but, the other girls belong to each of the guys, so they get to choose how each of them dresses, and sadly for your friend, Ashley generally likes his women to wear very little.”

I nodded, taking it all in. Nothing about this seemed real and definitely nothing about it seemed right ‘belongs to’ ‘choose what you wear’. This is all so sick. This is all so wrong. But yet I felt so safe with Jinxx.

Why does it all have to be so fucked up?

Notes

HEYYYYY I'M BACK! I've been really busy recently and still kinda am, but i am so proud of this story so much and didn't want to leave it all out in the dark, so there will be more chapters to come very soon! Sorry for my absence, leave any requests for anything you'd like to see happen in the comments and i will see if i can make it so! LOVE YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU TO ANYONE READING