Ellise56
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Joined: 2/12/2009 Status: offline
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It was you, Vic, apparently, I woke up from the freezing night air to a hard hand across my still broken jaw. A few more teeth rattled as I was led up the wooden steps into a kitchen, led across the linoleum floor into a blue a carpeted room, such an ugly color, you order me to sit pointing to a stool that is in the middle of this grandma style room, no accounting for taste, I still, I have to compliant, it’s a matter of life and death. “Bitch, you will, do as I say, when I say, how I say, you will clean this whole house every day, prepare meals, that is all ,oh yes I almost forgot you aren’t allowed to speak unless spoken to understand?” You stand as erect as possible and loom over my small frame; I shake my head in movement of understanding. “Good now I’m going to work, the doors and windows have electric shocks on them if you try to go to open door you’ll die, oh yes no trying to call for help the blinds don’t open and there isn’t a phone.” With that you leave,leaving me in this pastel prison.**REVEIW**
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