�Don’t worry about that. My sister says she has that taken care of.�

I didn’t know what he meant. All I could do was lay there in the sweat and cum as he got up, zipped up his pants, and left the dungeon. The metal door slammed and locked shut behind him. From the outside, he hit the light switch, immersing me in darkness.

-

I don’t know how much later the woman came in. I think I was asleep when the lights came back on, but I cannot be certain. She stumbled in to the dungeon, obviously still drunk from whatever she had upstairs, though not enough to make movement or speech impossible.

�How are you doing, Stacy?� she asked, her words spread apart unnaturally.

I shifted my body so I could look her in the face. She was smiling at my plight, upsetting me that a human being could be so callous. "How could you to this to another woman?"

She laughed at me. "You are not a woman." She reached over and pinched my right nipple through my dress and bra with her nails, causing me to wince and gasp in the sharp pain. "You're just a bitchy little girl that poked her nose where it never belonged."

"You're all a bunch of criminals!" I yelled.

"So?� I could smell the booze on her breath. �Should that make me love my family any less? The ones that you got sent to prison? The ones that I'll only ever see between a glass wall and a telephone?" She began to tear up, and she stopped toying with me. She stood. I could see tears flowing freely.

I misinterpreted her tears as a sign of weakness and plead for my freedom, "Please. let me go. It's the right thing to do. You know it is.�

"Shut up!" she yelled. She reared her foot back and kicked my pussy. I grunted in pain. She continued, now clearly furious with me, "My brother might be interested in this plan just for the sex," she paused and looked up at me, "but I’m in it to make your life hell.�

I knew at that moment she was crazy, and that she would do anything necessary to keep me her plaything. I didn’t know if she was always crazy, or if my cases against her family made her that way.

It didn’t matter. She hated me, and I knew she would follow through with her threat.

I tried to worm away from her, my arms still bound to my sides.

�You can’t escape. Didn’t I tell you that already?� She bent down, grabbed my right angle, and dragged me to the other side of the dungeon, to a steel workbench covered in unidentifiable objects. �Let’s get you into some more appropriate attire.� She took two handfuls of gear from the table.

Without another world, she encircled my neck with a dog collar, which she snared with a small key lock. �What� is this? A dog collar?� It was humiliating to be treated like an animal.

�That’s what you are, isn’t it?� She dropped me back onto the floor with a thud.�

�Owww!�

She giggled at my expression of pain, then turned me over onto my chest. She slapped some thick cuffs onto my wrist and linked them together with chain. �There, that should be enough to hold you. Let me free you up a bit.� She pulled a knife from her pocket and cut away the ropes that bound my arms, then began to cut through the green sun dress that my friends bought me for my nineteenth birthday. I offered no resistance in silence, believing it to be futile.

�Green is such an ugly color. Your last name’s Blue, for goodness sake. Why do you always wear green?

�To be different.�

�Well, that era is over. No more clothes for you.� She cut away my bra and panties, lumped the shreds of my clothes into a ball, and threw them to the side.

I kneeled there on the white floor of the dungeon wearing nothing but cuffs and collar.

She looked over me. �Now, I think we’re ready.�

�Just leave me alone,� I cried.

�Why would you even bother saying something so hopeless? You really are a walking cliché, you know that, right?� She shook her head. �Let’s get you set up for the night. Stand.� She slipped a finger underneath my collar and helped me stand. �Get into the cell on the far right. I complied.

�Now, sit against the wall.� I did as she asked. She attached a chain that dangled from the wall to my collar, leaving me such that I could not lay down, or even sit on my rear. I would have to stand or crouch as long as I was kept in this position.

�Perfect.� She turned around and left me squatting there, returning with two dildos and a strap of some sort.

�Now, I think your first night here calls for something special.� She bent down and crammed the dildos into my ass and pussy, then strapped them in place to a belt that dangled around my waist. �There, that’s good. How does it feel?�

�It� hurts.� Not as much as the first time, though.

�Good. I’ll be back in the morning.� She stood, exited the cell, locked it shut then left the dungeon and turned off the lights.

Once again, I was alone in the dark, and the reality of the day’s events finally sunk in.

I ignored my father’s advice.

I targeted the Corelli family.

I was reckless with accepting cases.

Now, I would pay the price for my carefree attitude. I don’t know if I’ll ever escape. I don’t know what they’ll do to me.

The one thing I do know is that no matter how hard I beg or plea with that sadistic woman, she will live up to her claims.

The tears are flowing freely now. My life is hopeless. There is nothing I can do. I’ll never see my friends or family again, and it’s all my fault.

I’m sorry, Dad.