His words, followed by the sharp jolt of blinding pain to my most sensitive regions, sent fear echoing through my heart. Me? A slave?
"This can't be happening..." I murmur, trailing off as my legs turned to jelly and I started to sag to the floor. Despite the strong, warm hands supporting me at my back and crotch I collapsed to the floor in a limp heap, my fire engine red panties still clutched in my right hand.
Lying on my stomach I buried my face in my arms and tried to think of anyone who might miss me and raise an alarm. There really was no one, except my boyfriend, and he's kind of a flake anyways. I worked from home, have no living relatives to speak of and not much of a social life. Oh God, I'm so dumb.
With my face buried in the crook of my arm I begged once again, "please don't do this to me!"