No Matter What You Do, Don’t Call The Number On The Wall Of The Bar Bathroom

I woke to a brief shock and noticed that all three women were sitting around me at the table. The plate in front of me consisted of the same salad I had eaten twice a day for nearly half a year. Candice cut into a roast on the table and handed a slice to Jenny before turning to me and saying, “No meat for you dog. Eat your salad.”

Dani cut into her roast and turned to me before saying to Candice, “Jenny really outdid herself.”

Candice nodded and tore into her meal ravenously as Jenny looked across the table and said, “Don’t be a sad puppy. You’re finally inside of me.”

I slammed my fist on the table and shouted, “WHY? What could I have possibly done to deserve this? What the fuck?”

Jenny continued eating her roast and chuckled. Dani put her hand on my wrist only for me to jerk it away. She smiled and said, “It’s okay Blake. Think of it this way, you get to spend your Thanksgiving with three beautiful women who are excited to have your meat inside them…”

She broke from her chipper tone to laugh maniacally and said, “Besides, just wait until Christmas!”

I lunged for the knife and Jenny pressed the button. I shook and convulsed until I fell out of my wheelchair. I was left on the floor. I didn’t have the strength to stand. I knew the end was near and that I didn’t have long. I was taken back to the cage downstairs. I refused to comply. I let them shock me. I fought tooth and nail like I should have done in the beginning. I refused to eat. Ultimately this led to waking up back on the table in restraints with a feeding tube down my throat and regular visits from Danielle and her creative application of sadism as I lay there unable to so much as a struggle.

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