Genevieve jolted awake from her nightmare into
another. Her face was pressed against the rank ground that smelled like a zoo.
She cringed and attempted to push herself up, but her sore muscles protested.
Slow, distant footfalls grew louder until they
stopped a few feet away from her cell. She heard his evil sneer as she squeezed
her eyes closed, hoping he wouldn’t notice her consciousness.
“Ready to decide?” The voice spewed out.
Genevieve forced her fears away once more and opened
her eyes to glare at him. “I would rather die than become your prostitute
again.”
“Such a waste of a quality piece of meat...”
The pin-pricks of the Taser needles pierced her skin
and the violent vibrations of electricity rocked her back into unconsciousness.
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