Victor moved towards the center of the room, gesturing for Anna to follow. "Come here, Anna," he ordered, and Anna obeyed, her legs moving against her will. As they reached the cross, he gestured towards it, his eyes gleaming with a dark relish. "You will take a lot of time here, bound to the Cross. It will help teach you your place and role. Kneel."
victor took in Anna's obedient demeanor with satisfaction, reveling in the power he held over her. "Good," he murmured. "You're learning fast. That's very good. Now, come closer. I want to show you something that will make your learning experience even more... amusing." He gestured towards a small table, covered with a variety of implements that looked suspiciously like torture devices.
Anna felt a knot of dread form in her stomach as she approached the table. victor gestured towards the various instruments, his voice low and menacing. "I have a wide range of tools here to help mold you into the perfect toy. I have whips, floggers, paddles, and more, all of which can be used to impart lessons in pain... or pleasure."
Anna's heart felt like it was about to throb out of her chest as Victor ran his fingers over the various instruments, savoring the texture of each one. "This is no ordinary toy collection," he explained, his voice dripping with sadistic pleasure. "Each has been handcrafted for maximum sensory impact. And they're all just dying to be used on... eager, willing bodies."
Anna's eyes widened with horror as Victor lifted a flogger from the table. "This whip is one of boss favorites," he purred. "It has a unique design that delivers a particularly satisfying sting. I think you'll enjoy the way it feels on your skin, don't you?" His voice was low and husky, his eyes glittering.
"In this room this were you will be properly trained, i won't be the one to train you in this room, it will be boss himself so get yourself prepared because it's going to be a long ride and also the best warning i have for you is to always obey the boss that's the only advice for now so you better adhere because it's for you own good, so follow me".
soon victor brought her back to the room marcus showed her the previous night. "get some rest and have your bath, there are clothes in the closet" with that he left and closed the door.
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Anna's mind was a tangled mess of thoughts and emotions. All i could focus on was the loss of my family, the realization that her stepbrother had sold me to a monster. The thought of being treated as an object weighed heavily on me, and fear and anger swirled within in me, mixed with a deep sense of loneliness and despair.
The more she thought, the more the horrors of her current situation dawned on her. The man who had bought her showed no compassion and treated her with a coldness that was difficult to comprehend. She felt like a possession, something to be used and discarded at will. It was a feeling that weighed heavily on her, like a boulder on her chest, making it difficult to breathe.
Soon Anna walked into the bathroom.
As she ran the water, she felt a momentary sense of peace. It was the first time she could recall feeling safe since her stepbrother had sold her. She slowly undressed, feeling vulnerable and exposed, and yet there was a sense of relief in being able to clean herself after so long.
Anna stepped out of the bath, feeling cleaner and more human than she had in months. As she toweled off, she caught sight of her own reflection in the mirror.
It was a jarring reminder of how much had changed. Her eyes held no hint of the life and joy they once had, instead reflecting only the darkness and pain she had endured. It was a stark image of the person she had become, and it sent a shiver down her spine.
Anna stepped out of the bath, feeling cleaner and more human than she had in days. As she toweled off, she caught sight of her own reflection in the mirror.
She finished drying herself off and Anna padded over to the closet, her steps small and tentative. She reached out a hand and pulled open the door to the closet, revealing the beautiful selection of clothes inside. She sifted through the few items, all new and well-fitting, and selected a dress that looked the simple but beautiful.
She stepped into the dress, the fabric feeling soft against her skin. It was silky and comfortable, but at least she was clean. For a moment, she examined her reflection in the mirror. She looked small and fragile, like a wounded animal that had been pushed too far. It was a stark contrast to the vibrant and carefree girl she had once been.
With the simple act of getting dressed, Anna felt a faint sense of normalcy returning, as if by putting on these clothes she was also reclaiming a part of her identity that had been ripped away from her. She was no longer just a possession, but rather a person who could make even the smallest choices for herself.
As soon as she walked out of the closet she laid on the bed a drifted off to sleep.