Marie's Descent

Chapter One-3

Brown suit stepped back from Cheryl’s kneeling form. Once more, she was c**k-slapped. She seemed oblivious to it. Her hair hung down in loops and strands, some of it wetly matted. She knelt hunched over on the mat, coughing and gasping and sniffling. She drooled, open-mouthed. It pattered onto the mat, joining all the other sticky wet stains already there. She made no effort to look up at the three men, and the men made no move to untie her. Instead, they stood in a small group, laughing and joking as they lit their cigars. Cheryl remained on her knees, her head bowed and her chest heaving as she drank in big gulps of air. Finally, blue-suit went over to her and patted her on her head. The expression on her face as she looked up was wide-eyed and apprehensive.

“Not bad for your first training,” blue-suit smiled down at her warmly. “You still have a long way to go, but you’ve got potential.” Cheryl smiled up at him, more in relief than in real happiness, Marie thought.

Blue-suit took a puff of his cigar. “Hey, Jay,” he said to the naked man. “Why don’t you go and pull our little visitor out of the closet now?”

Marie gulped, drawing back from the opening. She could see the naked man, big and muscular and suddenly dangerous-looking, coming towards her hiding place.