Kidnapped and owned.
As the dirty, faded black bag is removed from my head I find myself naked, bound with my arms behind my back and my knees and ankles tied together, surrounded by my new masters. I cannot move, besides to kneel there, glaring at both of them. Clearly brothers. “Bitch, look down when in our presence” one says. Defiantly I keep glaring at him. He raises his hands and begins to move it towards my face. This blow is gonna hurt. Suddenly however, his hand is knocked out of the way. I groan. I wanted that slap, I love the feeling of my blood rushing to the surface to colour my skin, the slight sting left behind when flesh meets flesh. The other brother whispers to him that they need to teach me before punishing me. …