Lena was curled up on a small mat in the cell. Food was stored for about an hour or two ago, but rem...

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Lena was curled up on a small mat in the cell. Food was stored for about an hour or two ago, but
remained intact. Should refuses to eat anything. And because of that, her body was very weak.
She was only there for four days, but Lena quickly learned the business the second Wolfenbarger.
He was in the business of selling meat, and she was his latest whore.
Lena did not see any other women, because they were all still in small monastic cells that coincide
with her, every prostitute locked in his own solitude. Individual cells were sorted all adjacent larger
well abandoned room. Cell Lena had occupied furniture, except for a thin mat to sleep a little woolen
blankets. The walls were stone, and there were no windows. Lena is assumed that it meant that she
was still underground. Thick wooden doors applies to each cell, with only a small opening for the
supply of food the night.
Lena just knew that there were other women, based on the sounds she heard. Most have heard the
passionate sounds of grunting and moaning man. Sometimes hear people screaming hard.
Oftentimes, she heard the sounds of screaming women, and the sounds chilled her the most.
Room felt particularly drafty, and Lena curled up even tighter as her body began to shake. Her
clothes were removed immediately after his first meeting with Alexander Rikhard, and replaced with
a rough shift, which was badly frayed and torn. It left arms, chest, back and legs bare, and offered
very little protection.
Her wrists, ankles and neck still remained bound iron cuffs, controlled by long iron chains that were
released only when he got his daily dousing of cold, hard water. Her movement was significantly
restricted by borders that barely allowed her to pass. While waiting in the cell, where she spent most
of her day, the chains were locked on iron hooks attached to the outermost wall, preventing her from
moving very far.
Lena got to a point of despair so deep that he felt no remorse. It's pretty much a safe place where I
would stay in after his expulsion from the Sterling Manor. But this time, she was much more aware
of everything that is happening around her. Lena knew, however, that it will only take one more act
of torture or extreme pain in her mind to descend into the abyss comfortable. And in some ways, she
was desperate to make it happen.
Her weak body began to crave sleep when the cell door opened suddenly.
"Get up, bitch," she heard Felix say.
Lena turned it over to Felix, trying to ignore him.
She heard the door close and Felix felt it coming. Sharply gasped when he suddenly pulled the chain
attached to the iron collar around her neck and pulled her to him to his knees.
His dark eyes bore into her intimidating, and Lena felt the familiar panic starts to boil in the chest.
Before she could fully develop, Lena swallowed a suppressed feeling, transfer to a single mild alarm.
"Your first job is coming," said Felix.

2. Lena looked down. She prepared for that. She knew it was imminent. She fought hard to keep panic
at bay, determined to get your mind into the clouds, dream-like state that it is protected from
damage.
She was vaguely aware of Felix and continued to speak.
"He will fuck her in any way he pleases. Here are just a cloak you will always be given. It is your
responsibility to take care of him. If damaged, there will be no more," he said.
Lena looked down on a thick, yellowish sleeve that deflated like a snake. Her stomach was
uncomfortable with the idea that many men wear the same coat inside of it.
"If you please, consider Alek can give you more ... comfortable accommodation. But if you fail ... you
will suffer serious consequences. Know?" Felix explained.
Lena nodded slowly. He knew what he must do.
"Good girl," said Felix. He smiled at her badly and Lena turned her head away in increasing anxiety.
He left her alone then, and Lena closed her eyes and took several deep breaths, calming, how to
prepare for what is to come.
The door opened again after a few minutes, and Lena heard the slow, almost strained her steps
approaching. It is slightly shifted uncomfortably knees scraping against the cold ground.
"You have one hour with her. Nothing leaves a permanent mark. No blood. And none of it can not be
... easy to clean. Otherwise, you can do whatever you want with it. Enjoys," she heard Felix say.
The door closed, and Lena opened her eyes, with her first appearance in his first job.
He was well-dressed man and appeared to be in his late fifties and early sixties. He had thinning
white hair, and he supported his motion with a glossy black cane with what looked like a silver owl
with ruby ​​eyes on the handle. He had a big gold knuckle ring, which had a similar
structure. The man looked at her lecherously, and Lena fought hard to become ill.
"You are ... very beautiful. What is your name?" he asked.
"Lena, sir," she replied quietly. Lena felt her heart rate increased, as they slowly approached. His
whole body was shaking slightly and his breathing was heavy. Lena grinned as he wiped his sweaty
forehead with a handkerchief several times.
"How old are you fucking?" he asked. Lena frowned and lowered her head, refusing to allow her the
nickname hurt. Still her eyes fixed on the ground, and when she spoke, her voice was soft, but
strong.
"Eighteen, sir," she said. Man released lustful moan.
"Very nice ... very young. I like that. I'll have to thank you," he said.
Lena clenched her fists tightly as the man knelt beside her, where she sat on the floor. He brought
his hands to his feet first, and Lena bit her lip to keep your emotions under control. His wrinkled

3. hands caressed her cold, goose, beaded leather lewdly, and Lena became increasingly ill.
But she fought the feeling. She knew what was coming. She knew she had to do to survive. She
spent four days mentally prepare myself for it.
"Open your mouth," she heard him say.
Lena closed her eyes and swallowed the urge to vomit, and parted his lips. She felt his mouth on her,
and Lena frowned, completely disgusted. She felt his slippery tongue enter her mouth as deep
breathing, Lena bite on the tongue as hard as I could.
"Scheisse!" a man shouted. He stumbled away from her, and Lena spat on the ground, desperately
trying to get rid of mouth to taste it.
She looked at him with a small amount of pride in her heart. His tongue was bleeding quickly, and
he was cupping his wound with a trembling hand.
"You will never have me," Lena said firmly. She knew she was treading dangerous ground, but she
could not back up. Certainly the adoption of this man, and all the others would be the easiest option.
But Lena was determined to not allow any other man to break it.
The man became even more angry, and he struck fast and hard across the face. The force was strong
enough to cause the head to crack against a stone wall, and Lena felt her eye was on fire.
She clenched his fists and bit her inner cheek, silenced her urge to scream in pain. She could no
longer warm rivulets of blood running down fast side of her face and started feeling weak. As painful
as it was, however, it was not what she wanted.
Felix warned men against leaving permanent marks. A Lena knew that as soon as she heard these
words, that it was her key to escape forced penetration. She decided to fight any man who had tried
to take when she first found out that it would be brought to a brothel. But until you hear the
instructions Felix, Lena was not sure how to do it. But this man, Lena now realized that keeping him
angry and violent would help her avoid harassment.
"I felt that you were ... impotent. Soon as I feel that at all. How old are you, sir Eighty? Ninety?"
Lena provoked. Her voice was shaky, but her words had the desired effect. The man frowned
sharply, clearly offended by their remarks about his age.
"You dare talk to me like that you dirty slut?" shouted the man. He hit her again, much harder, and
owl decal on his big gold ring slices skin face. Lena involuntary felt hot tears start to spill from his
eyes, stinging sharply, where he met with her damaged skin.
Lena tensed her body like a man ready to hit it again. His eyes were dangerous and furious, and
Lena reminded that they prefer it to other forms of violation.
Before it hit, the cell door opened and in rushed Felix
"What I said about leaving a trace?" Felix asked. Man opening his fist, but he stared angrily at Felix.
"That's your bitch ... she bit me and insulted me. Am I too old for this nonsense. Damn it," he said,
attack over Felix.

4. Lena bowed her head, and despite its painful wounds, she could not help but smile at each other.
She was injured, but she won.
"You must be so proud of yourself," Felix muttered. He walked over to her and sat down on her level,
balancing your weight on the balls of your feet.
Lena dropped slightly from him nervously. For though his tone was friendly, his expression serious.
"He left the track," he said Lena, because it was the only thing he could think to say.
Felix looked at her face, and nodded. Published disappointed sigh.
"I see that it has. I also see that it provoked. I really did not," muttered Felix. He spoke to her as if it
were to rebuke animal. Is it feeling especially cautious.
"Why is it so?" Lena asked, fear begins to rise again. Felix stood up and began unhooking his chains,
gripping it tightly in his large, veined hands. With the sudden, harsh tug, Lena pulled forward on his
hands and knees and pulled her out of the cell.
"Aleksandr I'll explain it to you," said Felix.
Lena shook against the chains and shackles, desperately trying to find a comfortable position for her
skin was scraping against the unpolished stone floor. She tried to climb as fast as Felix walked, but
his actions were just too long and quickly.
Seemingly unsatisfied with their slow pace, Felix jerked the chain attached to the collar around his
neck. The constricted neck, but only weakly Lena cough. Four days wearing a collar made her
bruised throat and airways far more used to the tightness.
He dragged her into the office Aleksandr them, and once he was invited to join, put your foot on the
Lena lower abdomen and kicked her inside. Lena fell to the carpet spaded, and quickly became
tangled in chains.
"It's all really necessary, you bastard?'s Only a girl," he purred Aleksandr, slightly amused. Lena
tried to catch her breath, she slowly untangled himself on the floor. She started to sit up, but Felix
put his heavy foot on his back, and pushed it forward, knocking off her air supply again.
"This one needs more work. Traveled a bit and Herr Meisner," said Felix.
Aleksandr calm expression was one of surprise and excitement away. He looked at Lena, dark blond
eyebrow arched. His smile was almost dizzying, frighteningly so, and Lena began wondering how
much danger she was really in
"It's true, Lena? Using that pretty mouth your wrong?" he asked.
Felix slightly to remove some of the weight from the back to be able to talk. Lena stood up on the
weak hands, and noticed with great embarrassment that a few drops of his blood landed on the
carpet.
"I'm not a whore," Lena said quietly. Aleksandr burst into laughter and then fixed, and Lena shivered
when she saw how much he resembled his older brother when he laughed.

5. But the more he laughed, however, Lena realized with great convenience odd that both
Wolfenbarger men really were different. Sure, their mouth curved in the same way. They had the
same straight, white teeth. They had the same faint lines around his gray eyes.
But where laughter had Renz playfulness, Aleksandr it, or to Ludovic held nothing but coldness and
cruelty. Renz had a joyful laugh man. Aleksandr had a laugh sadistic man.
"Why did you leave us for a few moments, Felix ... I'll see if I can remedy this situation," said
Aleksandr.
"I'll be outside if you need any help," said Felix. She heard Felix leave the room, and then she was
alone with Alexander.
Lena tried to steady his breathing as Aleksandr walked toward her with a lazy, long walk. She felt
that he wanted to intimidate and Lena avoid looking at him.
He was surprised when he sat on the floor beside her.
"Come on, Lena ... let me see what Mr. Meisner they did," said Aleksandr quietly. His sudden
muffled tone shocked her, and Lena was unable to respond when gently pulled her to her feet by
hooking your hands under your shoulders. Lena almost fell once stood, but Aleksandr held her and
sat in the big chair. He snaked an arm around her waist, and Lena was caught on his lap.
She tried to jerk away when she felt his hand on his chin, but her condescending Aleksandr tut. She
blinked very hard to keep the tears when she felt his hand on her cheek tenderly wiped the dried
blood and tears. She winced in pain as he touched a particularly painful area just below her eye, and
she dug her nails into her palms to keep from crying.
"Now it's just a shame really. Maybe I have no future dealings with Mr. Meisner for you. We have
very strict rules against permanent mark., But for him to hit his face ... it is simply unforgivable.,
This one may even scar," said Aleksandr, noting the sharp cut, which was from Herr Meisner ring.
His words disturbed her, and Lena started to feel very angry.
"I was bleeding, it would be acceptable? Just what kind of mess is that?" Lena asked.
The hand that was gently stroking her face suddenly pressed very hard against her swollen eye. His
joints bored in the selection of meat and Lena cried and shook in his arms, in a desperate attempt to
escape the pain. It's a shot across her face and felt absolutely unbearable.
Suddenly he stopped and resumed his gentle caresses her face. If it were not for the persistent sharp
pain that was strong enough to make her whole body shake, Lena would be certain that he imagined
his brief change in contact. When he spoke again, his voice was still a pleasant, frighteningly so.
"Be careful with your tone, Lena. If you try to ask again, well, I'll tell you what you want ... provided
that you answer a few questions for me as well," said Aleksandr.
Lena sighed heavily, resigned to play my game at the moment.
"Sir ... please tell me what a mess it is," Lena said quietly.

6. Aleksandr moved his hand from his face, and brought her to her bare knee. She watched him
anxiously as he circled the knee fingertips, so softly that it almost tickled.
"There are many kinds of prostitutes, Lena. Mistresses There are men who are showered in riches.
Disease-infested whores street-level, the business quick fuck several brands. Women who have sex
with other women for the pleasure of their patrons," said Aleksandr .
Lena watched Aleksandr hand, because they moved away from his knees and began touching the
skin of her inner thighs. Slightly shook against him to deter him from reaching higher. But Aleksandr
was not deterred and continued to touch her still own skin.
"Is this what you were expecting me when you brought me here?" Lena asked shakily. Aleksandr
laughed a little and pushed into her shift.
"Oh no, Lena. This is kind of a bitch you are. Oh, my dear, along with six other women in the sect
cater to the type of perverted people that hunger only to see a young, beautiful woman abused and
humiliated," said Aleksandr.
Lena gasped in shock, not quite believing what he says. Certainly it was absolutely horrible.
"Now tell me ... Lena, how well do you know my brother?" He said Aleksandr. Lena paused and bit
her lip, unsure how to respond.
"I do not know what you're talking about," she said quickly.
Aleksandr suddenly clutched in her hair, and with his free hand, slapped her swollen eye with a loud
crack. Lena screamed in pain and fell from his lap, knees burning from the sudden impact of the
carpet.
Lena was crying mess as Aleksandr advanced on her, and she tried feebly to crawl away from him.
She tangled in their chains, however, and fell forward, facial pain banging on the floor.
"I really do not like liars, Lena. Saw how you responded to my full name. And do not forget Erich.
Spent hours telling me where you came from. Been Renz whore first Lena?" He said Aleksandr, calm
demeanor gone.
His booming voice was loud enough to make ears ring, and Lena whimpered in fear, he pulled her on
her toes, suspending her collar on her neck. It tightened airways uncomfortable, and Lena began to
cough visciously desperately for breath. She became worried about her health when a metallic taste
of his own blood suddenly came into his neck. She put her lips in fear, fear of what would happen if
it spilled on Aleksandr.
Aleksandr looked at her, his gray eyes cold and hostile.
"Did your family cast you because you became a whore for Renz? Said fuck you in every room of
Schloss Wolfenbarger? Did Renz throw you away as soon as you realize that you're nothing more
than a worthless whore?" Aleksandr ridiculed. His expression was violently angry ... but also excited,
and Lena was afraid of him.
But she was also furious that he uses this word again.

7. Almost as if they were possessed, Lena emptied the contents of a bloody mouth, with the aim
directly at his face. Aleksandr released her and stumbled back, vigorously rubbed his face in disgust.
"I. .. am not ... a whore," said Lena.
Aleksandr anger seemed to fade away, and was replaced by the same carefree fun that just a
moment ago. He laughed as he wiped his face and Lena realized that the sight of him howling with
her blood splattered on his skin, he looks even more frightening.
"Why Lena ... who would have thought that you had so much fight in you," said Aleksandr, the cold
laughs.
Lena swallowed, throat suddenly felt raw.
He slowly crawled away from him and began to follow her, and Lena wondered if he would hit her
again, or even kill her.
"I'm sure you're just another pathetic, weak little girl. Certainly made for an interesting evening. But
my dear ... my clients do not pay for the uprising. They do not have to pay for power. Spend a lot of
money to see girls like you. .. broken, "said Aleksandr quietly.
Lena frowned angrily and shook her head. Her face felt like it was on fire from the pain coursing, but
she will not be dissuaded that what little was left of her will.
"I'm not broken," she said hoarsely. Aleksandr smiled at her, and it almost looked like his eyes were
full of pity. But once Lena heard his awesome voice, she knew that it was not able to compassion.
"You'll find I have many ways of breaking a woman. Promise that you Lena, you will leave this room
tonight broken, defeated a whore."