The Beauty Inside

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ow. My legs are numb and the tingles vibrating along my shins carrying all

the room. His large body covers majority of the door fr

irls and I have our suspicions, ranging from homosexuality, to sexual difficulties. He has always been the one that never gets off on the abuse and torture, in fact he has always shied away from it

st my pets." Master answer

ing me orders to train a new salve, and just now with permission to listen in on his busi

the feeling of pain and numbness coinciding like twining rope. The first time I watched someone get beaten so severely that t

ut of my past and focus on Malcom's words. Master reaches out, tugging my hair bac

t doe blue eyes make her one of the favorites of the guards to share. She

om tenses, then leans in further to

ne, something pushes me to listen closer to their conversation. I don't know what causes me to do this, not sure why I would ev

g slave?" He shouts, but my

giving myself time to think of a reaction but one glance at Cassie and

her down to

me, but a hand shoves at his chest, preventing him going further. Ma

get past me, it's my fault. I would

ready to speak his mind but master stops him lifting his palm up to stop any movement. It's

the basement, I want her gone for

essly and practically dragging me past everyone including my master's disappointed eyes. I hear hm g

spouting all over his face. I stare at the deep one in his neck as he leads me straight for the old s

nd from behind me, crashing and stomping, curing as he does so. I hear him grumble w

he brand that all the guards share displayed on his left peck of the master's insignia, but as I look closer, I notice it seems t

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to know more? Perhaps just because I saw an opportunity and took it? My self-loathing anger sits in me like a bottomless pit. I have been beaten, raped, abused and nearly killed. I have suffered

r side of me and turns on the water. My heart skips a beat, knowing what I will have to endure has me on edge. My fight or flight instincts nearly kick in, but I push it all d

nowing what's coming but I remain the statue Malcom needs from me. I don't understand why he asked master to do

m's hands grab hold of my throat, slamming me down onto the cot

genda today, but the small relief I feel for that, quickly

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pushing it down enough for my head to flow over the edge. My trembling becomes more powerful as Malcom moves more and

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rash about but with my limbs being tied down I have no room to move. My lungs cry out for air as I strugg

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f my pathetic voice. It's my fault I'm in this circumst

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