[berseh] - The payment 02
*So.. This is the infamous
Valentinaās.. What they call the vice and sex factory!
So noisy!
No love here, no.
Only lust. Lust and corruption.. I sense danger.. Too sick.. The men.. filthy.. The creeps at the bar. The blonde, how he stares at me like Iām.. Do they know something I donāt know?
Do these people know what my master wants? Me and the chain, Of course⦠They must be thinking Iām the new plaything..
But not the whores, no: they know Iām not one of them.. They know Iām what they call a Ā« free Ā» woman! What an irony.. They say some of them are slaves..Please my love..
The whores.. eyeing me too..Sluts, ready for use..sex toysā¦*
I try not to pull back on the chain, try to keep some dignity.
Try to pretend it's a show I'm willing to run.
"Greg..Can we go now?.. Are you satisfied that youāve paraded me on a leash in front of all, like your fucking puppy?"
But his stare is cold, his smile like a knife.
*
I implore you.. let me keep my coat.. Donāt make me doā¦Donāt.. take me back home, spank me, whip me, keep me tied in a closet, do anything because you have to punish me for what I did.. But no..My love .. not that.. Not what I fear you want to do..Here?..Iām so afraid..
Donāt defile me, please.. I donāt deserve that!*
Ā« Yes, thatās the girl, Ā» he says to the naked, harnessed waitress who welcomes us. Ā»You know what to do. Is Valentina here?Ā»
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My man pulling me like his pet.. Sex trophy.. Please! But of course I wonāt say it.. Read it in my eyes, my lord..Not that..Not with all these prostitutes around.. All these jerks..Ohh, Iād die of shame..Please my love.. I must not cry! Must not! This woman by the bar, pawed by the men .. Why does she smile at me .. This weird smile.. Ohh.. All these females, collared.. Like I am? And I canāt even pull on the chain..
How did all this happen? How did it come to this?*