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Unclasping my bra was not difficult. My cleavage was a normal size. Nothing to oogle at. My panties were the problem. Slowly letting my hands wander down my body till I touched the soft fabric. This was just not right. This was a zone that Noone ever took a glance on. I didn't find the right man till now to experience and explore. I wish I had. Maybe I wouldn't be so ashamed as I was in this moment when I took it off and tapped into the bath tube. I knew they could see me. Every inch of the innocent me. My past me. I shuddered. I wanted to cover my intimate parts. I wanted to cover my breast that were jiggling as I turned the water on. But all my hands did was turning the shower on. Getting my body wet. Taking the soap that stood there. Soaping my body as my body and hair got soaked.

I did not show a sign of shame. Cause X119 didn't know this emotion.

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I was clothing myself into the black dress that was laying ready with tights and pumps next to it..and underwear... Underwear that were exactly my size. I didn't want to know when or how they got all this information about me. It was

creeping me out.

I didn't even touch them. If I was going to be clothed off later I don't want to have this innocent but also sexual layer on my body. It felt wrong. The clothes were probably brought to me while I was showering. I didn't care. I knew this person who brought those wouldn't help me if I plea. They were all evil.

The door to the bathroom opened as an unknown man, probably also a worker under Mr. Michael's dragged another girl in. He was wearing the same clothes my caretaker was wearing. He had the same weapons to hurt people, on his disgusting body.

The girl he threw on the floor was smaller than him by two heads. Blond hair cleaned the floor as she cried. Blue eyes desperately looking everywhere but his face. We didn't look alike. Mr. Michael's didn't seem to care about appearance was my first thought with my dark brownish hair and my hazelnut eyes. My hands touched my hair that were screaming for a brush and skin that wanted to be taken care of....

No. It's not about appearance. It's about obedience.

The blond girl didn't shut up.

She was crying, yelling, screaming for help. Sobbing as snot and tears flood down her face. She was around my age. I knew it at the moment she glanced at me with hope and despair.

'Help me!"... No. I won't.

I want to stay alive.

I'm sorry.

I turned away.

"Shut up." another voice. Probably the voice of the worker.

"dress off" he huffed. He was raged. I could hear it in his voice. He was angry cause she wasn't obedient. She should better listen. She will only get hurt if she won't. I won't help her. X119 does not care about people around her.

"I said dress off. Now"

"Please! NO! Don't touch me! HELP ME!" her shrill voice reached my ear. I didn't care.

I heard the sound of clothes getting torn apart. No way.

She's not his property. She belongs to Mr. Michaels right? He won't do that right?

"Let's see what you are hiding so desperately, let me take a look" his lust full voice made me want to vomit.

A whimper escaped her lips.

Make those girls your friends.... Jenny's voice echoed through my head.

My body moved without me wanting. I turned and dashed to her as the man ripped her clothes apart.

"Stop! She is not yours! She belongs to Mr. Michael's! You can't do that!" I exhaled as I tried to loosen his grab from her. First he was shocked at my sudden disobedience but it didn't last for long as he grabbed a fistful of my hair, looking angrily at me.

"Are you new here, little bitch?! Then I tell you the basics that you dont seem to know." His grab on my hair tightened and more pain exploded through my body. I was breathing for air. Do not cry!

My eyes wandered to the blond girl that was trying to get away from us, while covering her body with her shredded clothes. A waterfall of saliva met my face as the man kept screaming in my face, literally spitting every word out.

"You have nothing to say. I give orders, you listen and bow your head down when I speak. You are nothing but tools to be fucked. You don't have a voice! Shut the fuck up!"

I hissed as his other hand aimed for his whip.

This is what you earn when you don't listen to your inner voice X119.

I bared myself for the pain when the door opened and the man showed up that brought me to this place. Both, the man that was hurting me and I looked at him, totally shocked. But he, no, he was calm as he looked at his coworker with a deadly glare.

I tried to lock eyes with him to find out what his intentions where as he looked silently at us. It took about 1 minute till he opened his mouth but it felt so much longer.

"What the fuck are you doing, messing with Mr. Michael's slaves?!" He hissed angrily as he took a step closer. "There are cameras you fucking idiot!" he pointed at the devices angrily.

Asshole let go of my hair as he kicked the blond girl who was crouching on the floor, sobbing.

My caretaker looked at me, scanning my body, my clothes. His eyes wandered around the room after leaving my body, seing the new underwear that I didn't want to touch. His eyes returned to my dress, which lengths was to my knees, then his eyes gazed at my chest. I got goosebumps all over my body. He's the same. Disgusting. I turned my head away as he kept his gaze on my body. As if he awakened out of trance his gaze left me. I could see how he stepped to the underwear, taking it with his two dirty hands, feeling it with his fingertips. Now I surely won't ever, ever dress them on.

As he was fingering the fabric of the underwear, his eyes catched mine. It was a mix of angerness and something else in his eyes that I couldn't explain. Suddenly a smirk appeared on his lips and he chuckled. Was he aroused by my rebellion?! This was so wrong....

Marching to me with the underwear, he kept his smirk on his face.

He stopped right in front of me, leaving no personal space.

"This is maybe the last time you'll ever get the chance to wear something like underwear. You shouldn't waste it. You don't want Mr. Michael's angry when he spreads your legs to fuck you, only to see that you aren't wearing his presents. He won't like that. Wear it." He glanced at the blond girl then back to me

"get her to the shower and cleaned up. She has to dress. If you disobey me, I'll let him finish what he started." he pointed at his colleague. His eyes wandered over my skin, licking his lips, leaving me with an urge to vomit right on his shoes.

"and that would be such a waste..." one of his hands let go of the underwear and started touching my arm, his fingertips leaving a weird feeling on my skin, making the want to throw up only stronger.

"I don't want to see purple marks on you... I don't want someone else hurting your whitish skin but me. " I startled at his words, showing a sign of weakness.

"You know what? If you really want to disobey me, you can choose between us... 10 wips of my beautiful whip that clashed on X103's skin not too long ago or his whip. It doesn't matter.... As long as you obey my every word. Maybe we can even have fun together. I would love to hear your screams. Every little frightened sound bleeding out of your soul." again one of his sinister chuckles.

I hate him. I hate him so much.

"just disobey me, try it and I w-" my caretaker couldnt finish his sentence as a new worker appeared out of nowhere in the doorframe. "Bro enough with you playing with toys that are not yours. I can't stand to watch you two anymore on the monitors. You're disgusting, keep your sadistic side to yourselves" he said as he dragged my caretaker and blondies Caretaker away from me out of the room, leaving blondie and me all alone.