I’m not sure what happened last night. I was at a bar drinking. I like to drink because it helps me escape my life. This handsome man bought me a drink. I thought he looked like my next great mistake. He was most definitely that. He roofied me. The mother fucker slipped something in my drink. I would have fucked him, but maybe some guys like force fucking a woman. I woke up this morning at his place in a cage. I was in a fucking dog cage. My pussy and ass were sore. There was blood on my thighs. I was branded. I had a fucking ugly ass wound on my hip. The letter S. I started screaming. I had no clue where I was or how I got there, but I was sure it was likely my biggest mistake. Sure enough, the son of a bitch came into the room. No hello, no thanks for a good time. He pulled out his dick and pissed on me through the cage. He had this sinister look on his face when he asked me how I liked my brand. The S was for slave. He made it clear that I belonged to him now. I rattled the cage to try to get out, but he poured bleach on me, which burned my skin and made me recoil. I think my new life is as his pet.
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