The next day, late in the afternoon, Peter looked at me and told me it was time.

After I got dressed, I followed him to the car and we drove away. Not long after we were on the highway heading south and the sun started setting.

I watched it through the window, mesmerized by the colors as I remembered that first one with him in Mexico. It felt like a million years ago, but it had only been a couple of months, I realized.

We drove for more than an hour as my fear grew worse and worse, and then he pulled out of the highway and a few minutes later we stopped.

In front of us, there was an old, decrepit building. It was huge, and its brick walls were almost falling over. All the windows were boarded up, and though there was no one in sight, I had the feeling someone was watching us.

A minute later, one of the roll-up doors opened, and Peter drove in.

Inside there was a small parking lot, with a few dozen cars parked around it.

Peter drove to the back and then he parked next to a red sports car before he got out.

Terrified, I followed him out, and then I looked around.

The place was huge, with high ceilings and very little light. The air felt damp and the silence was unnerving.

Unconcerned, Peter took my hand and he started walking towards one of the doors that were scattered around the parking lot. This one was red, and though it was unmarked, once we got there, Peter knocked, and then he looked up, towards a security camera I hadn't noticed before.

A moment later the door opened and we entered a small dark room.

On the opposite side there was another door, and to one side a small counter.

Behind it, there was a woman, completely naked. She looked at me, and then at Peter as she smiled warmly.

"Welcome back, Mr. Hoberg." she said, unconcerned by her nudity.

Peter nodded slowly and then he looked at me.

"May I have your slave's clothes?" she asked a moment later as she looked at me.

Shocked, I gasped in surprise as I looked at Peter, but he didn't seem surprised at all. He simply looked back at me as he lifted a single eyebrow.

A few weeks ago, the idea of undressing like that would have been completely impossible for me, but now, all it took was for him to raise his eyebrow, and I was taking off my shoes before I slipped off my dress.

Despite my fear, once naked, as I obviously hadn't been wearing any underwear, I stood next to him as the woman took my clothes.

Then Peter pulled my collar from his jacket and he slipped it wound my neck like he always did when I got to his place.

Then he looked at the woman once more, and she pulled something from under the counter before she handed it to him.

It was a mask, made out of white plastic. It looked like an old opera mask, and before I could do anything, Peter turned me around, and then he slipped the mask on my face before he tied it tightly behind me.

The mask only covered the upper part of my face, but as I looked at myself in the mirror next to the counter, I realized that it made it impossible to recognize who I was.

"Once we cross that door, you will obey me no matter what. Your safety depends on it, is that clear?" he suddenly asked me as he held me by my arms.

Terrified, I nodded quickly and then he pulled something else from his jacket.

It was a leash, made out of black leather just like my collar. He clipped it to my collar and after giving me a smile, he opened the door.

Loud music blasted from the other side, making me take a step back, but before I could go much farther, Peter moved inside and he pulled me along with the leash.

Once inside, the door closed and I looked around.

We were surrounded by people, and my first reaction was to turn around and start running. But before I could, I realized that no one was paying us attention. Like in the mall, everybody's attention was elsewhere, and though I was still terrified and on edge, at least I managed not to run.

Peter, meanwhile, stood by my side as he held firmly from the leash.

Apparently satisfied that I wasn't going to run, he loosened his grip on my leash and then he started walking towards the bar while I looked around us in awe.

There was a stage in the middle, where a couple of girls were pole. One was naked and the other was wearing see-through lingerie.

Among the patrons, who were mostly men, there were many girls like me, which surprised me.

They were all naked and collared, and some, though not all, wore masks like mine. A few were just kneeling on the floor, others were sitting on someone's lap while they were fingered. A girl, not far from us, was giving a man a blowjob as the man watched the show.

Then, more towards the back, a few were being fucked, on the floor, or bent over a table.

There wasn't a line of people watching, though. It was as if it was so normal that it wasn't worth watching.

Fascinated, I followed Peter until he found an empty table and he took a seat. Then he pointed at the floor, and I hurriedly knelt next to him.

Not long after, another girl came towards us. She was also naked, though she was wearing a leg garter around her left thigh. From it, a small pink box hung, and a small wire led from it towards her cunt.

Even under the loud music, I could hear the vibrator inside of her, and I was thankful I wasn't wearing my tail.

Ignoring me completely, she greeted Peter, and then she asked him what he wanted to drink.

"Scotch, neat." Peter said a moment later.

The girl nodded, and then she left, only to return with a short glass half full of an amber-colored liquid.

After taking a sip, Peter looked at me, and then he placed his arm on my shoulder.

Despite my fear, I looked towards the stage, where the girls dancing finished their routine and as the people around them applauded, they left.

Not long after, a man came on stage. He was wearing a leather mask over his head and leather pants with no crotch. His cock, already hard, looked huge, and as I squirmed on the floor, a girl about my size came behind him, and then he just started fucking her.

He was brutal, and not long after they started, he forced her onto the floor and he started fucking her ass. Trapped under him the girl could only scream under his assault.

I was both horrified and fascinated, and for a moment I wondered if Peter and I looked like that when we had sex.

But as the show continued, I soon became aroused and my fear slowly faded away as I imagined myself in her place.

Soon the world around me seemed to disappear and all I could think was them.

But before the show ended, I felt Peter tugging from my leash and when I looked towards him I realized that he had pulled his cock out.

Despite everything I had seen so far, I blushed deeply when I saw it, but I didn't need to be told what he wanted.

I moved in between his legs and then I took him into my mouth, disappointed that I wouldn't be able to see the rest of the show.

Still, I knew what he wanted from me and I soon lost myself in the blowjob. As I sucked him deeper and deeper, I started imagining everybody around us watching us and I felt my body exploding in goosebumps.

The idea was terrifying, yes, but it was also thrilling and arousing, something that I had have never expected.

As imagined myself being watched, I felt Peter's hands grabbing my head and he started fucking my mouth. It was rough and scary, but it was also something that I had gotten used to.

As his cock bumped against the back of my throat, I started gagging, and soon I could feel my saliva, dripping down my chin and onto my chest as I did my best to endure.

Soon, though, he released me and I pulled back. I took a deep breath as I pumped his cock with one hand and then I started sucking on it again.

Then, behind me, I heard an ear-splitting scream that filled the air and almost made me jump.

It was the girl, cumming as everybody looked, and for a moment I felt envious of her.

Not long after, Peter grabbed my head once more, but this time he pushed me back until my lips were wrapped around the tip of his cock, and then he came.

Jet after jet of warm cum filled my mouth as he moaned softly above me, and after a full minute, it finally stopped.

Panting and out of breath, Peter finally released me as he collapsed onto his seat and I did my best not to spill any of his cum. It tasted slightly salty and bleachy like it usually did, and though it still sounded strange when I thought about it, I loved the taste.

I also loved the feeling of it oozing over my tongue as I played with it, though I knew I had something to do.

After tilting my head back, I opened my mouth and I showed it to him, and after he nodded, I closed my mouth and I swallowed it all. After it was gone I opened my mouth once more and I showed him, though the taste lingered behind.

Satisfied, Peter smiled at me and as he did, I felt a strange sense of pride.

But as I returned to my position next to him, I realized the show was over.

Disappointed I looked around, hoping that at least someone had been looking at me, but like before, everybody's attention was on the stage.

We stayed like that for a while, just watching a few more shows, though none felt as powerful as the first one, at least to me.

Then another one finished, and Peter looked at me before he got up.

"Time to go, my puppy." he said as he pulled from my leash.

But despite my earlier promise, I wasn't ready to leave, at least not yet.

"I... I want to stay... Master... please?" I asked him almost shyly.

Peter looked at me with a mixture of anger and surprise, and then he shook his head.

"No, what comes next... you are not ready for it yet." he said as he pulled from my leash once more.

But all I had heard was him calling me a child. Suddenly I felt my blood boiling inside of me and I looked into his eyes.

"I am staying, don't treat me like a child..." I said angrily.

But just as I did, I realized my mistake and I swallowed nervously.

Peter didn't answer me at first. Instead, he just looked at me as fire started burning behind his eyes. Then he leaned closer to me and he took a deep breath.

"You are a child... you are only 14 years old, Sarah." he said, his voice almost seething.

Then he stood up and he looked around us as I cowered on the floor.

"As you wish. You want to stay, you will stay, but you have no idea what you are getting into." he said after a few seconds.

After that, he looked at me and he shook his head before he took a seat once again.

Terrified, I realized my mistake and I prayed for my punishment not to be too harsh, though I knew my chances already.

Peter ordered another Scotch and then he drank it in one go. I tried to distract myself by watching the next show, but I just couldn't.

Not long after, though, a woman came to our table and she stopped next to Peter. She was completely naked, though she moved with confidence.

"Hello Sir, I am sorry to bother you, but we are looking for volunteers for the next show, would you be interested in signing in your slave?" she asked him.

I had tried to act as if I hadn't heard, but the moment she called me a slave I gasped softly and I felt both their eyes on the back of my head.

Peter chuckled softly and then he caressed my back.

"What is the next show?" he asked, though his words sounds slurred.

"Throating, Sir..." the woman answered coldly.

Terrified, I swallowed nervously as I felt Peter's eyes on me.

The woman looked as if she wanted to add more, but before she did, Peter interrupted her.

"Uhhh, that would be fun. I don't know, though. What do you say, puppy, are you ready to play on the stage?" he asked me a moment later.

Unable to speak, I looked at him as I prayed silently for him to say no, but it was obvious he was drunk and angry.

"She is a great cock sucker, but she is still shy." he said to the woman a moment later. "Are you, puppy?"

I was terrified, but saying no would only prove him right. It would be the same as admitting I was a child, and despite my fear, I didn't want to. I was too prideful for that.

But I had never sucked another man's cock, and one thing was to be naked near him, and another on stage, where everybody would be watching me.

"What do you say, puppy? Do you dare?" Peter said a moment later, goading me.

Before I could realize what I was doing, I nodded slowly, and then the woman gave a quick nod.

Almost in slow motion, I watched as she extended her hand, and then Peter handed her my leash.

Terrified, I looked at him, hoping to find pity in his eyes. I was ready to admit I had been wrong, to beg for forgiveness, and to face my punishment for speaking out and disobeying him.

But Peter looked at me with a mixture of anger and annoyance before he looked away. After calling a waitress that was passing nearby, he asked for another Scotch, his third since we arrived.

He was drunk, I realized, and I had made a terrible mistake. Maybe it wasn't too late to back down, to tell the woman I had changed my mind, I thought in my panic, but before I could do anything, I felt her pulling hard from my leash.

Fearing she would start choking me, I did my best to follow her as she led me towards the stage.

Next to it, another four girls stood in a line as they knelt obediently on the floor.

The woman led me to the end of the line, and after unclipping my leash, she pulled my hands behind me and she locked them with a set of metal cuffs.

Terrified, I looked at the other girls but a moment later the woman returned and she started pushing us along. Soon I was climbing the stage as best as I could, though it was difficult to crawl with my hands locked behind me.

Once we were all up, she made us form another line and she ordered us to wait.

Terrified, I tried to look for Peter, but with the stage lights pointing at us, all I could see was an inky black void all around the stage.

But, even though I could see past the edge of the stage, I could definitely hear the people around us. A few of the men were whistling, while others were calling us names.

Not knowing what was supposed to happen, I looked to my side but the other girls looked even more terrified than me.

Then a man climbed onto the stage, dressed in a black suit and red tie. He was holding a microphone in his hand, and then he turned around towards us and he smiled.

"I hope everybody is having a great night so far, though I think it's pretty safe to say that this slaves are definitely not." the host said, and a moment later everybody started laughing.

"So, let's get started, shall we? Let's see... well, pretty as they are, for tonight's entertainment we will need more than them. Come on up, please." he said as he took a step to one side.

A moment later, a line of men, all naked, climbed the stage and they stopped in front of us.

The one directly in front of me was an old man, maybe in his late fifties. He was taller than Peter, with broad shoulders and a hairy chest. His hair was a light gray, and as I looked up at him, he started stroking his cock and he gave me a cruel smile.

"Hi sweet pea..." he said mockingly.

And when he did, I felt my stomach twisting inside of me as I thought of my dad. Swallowing nervously I closed my eyes and I prayed for Peter to come save me.

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, I think we are now ready to start." the host said before the public started cheering.

"You know the rules, for the slaves, the first two to puke loose and go to the finals!" he said cheerfully as people around us applauded.

"For the men, the first two to make a girl puke get a free champagne bottle to enjoy during the rest of the show!" he added next.

This time the men, it was the men in front of us who started cheering, and as they did, I opened up my eyes and I looked into his.

He was looking at me almost with hate, and suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I was just about to start running when I felt something warm around my feet. I looked down only to find a puddle of piss forming around them.

Horrified, I thought for a moment that I had peed myself, but when I looked next to me I saw that the girl to my right to me was trembling. Her face was almost white, and as I watched, a few last drops of piss were splattering onto the floor.

"Oh... god..." I said as I started shuddering. A second later the man grabbed my head with both hands and he twisted it toward him.

His cock, now inches from my face, looked impossibly big and just as I opened my mouth to beg for mercy, he rammed it into my mouth.

Taken by surprise, I was unprepared, and it soon became too much for me. The taste was awful and as he pulled from my head his cock moved deeper and deeper until I felt it bumping against my throat.

Suddenly, I started gagging, and though I tried to resist, I soon felt my stomach twisting painfully inside of me and I realized it was too late. I only had time to close my eyes, and then I started puking.

Burning liquid shot from my stomach and it shot around his cock and out of my nose, leaving behind a horrible burning sensation.

Then the man released me and he took a step back as he laughed at my suffering.

My puke, now mixed with my saliva, formed a slimy mixture that stuck to my mouth and my chest. I tried spitting, but it was too thick, and no matter how much I tried, I couldn't wash the taste away.

It was only then that I realized what had happened, and I looked to my side with horror. All the other girls were still being throated. Some were doing better than others, but I was the first, I had lost.

As I tried to imagine what that meant, the girl that had peed herself next to me, made a wet gurgling sound, and then she started puking.

The man in front of her took a step back and he raised his hands as he roared in satisfaction, while the girl doubled over and she continued puking onto the floor in front of her.

Her vomit mixed with the piss, forming a disgusting smell, and when it was finally over, she gave me a look of pure misery and then she closed her eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we have our two losers!" the host announced as the rest of the men took a step back.

The three remaining girls, all looked relieved that their ordeal was over, and a moment later the same woman from before came and she led them off the stage.

Meanwhile, all I could do was close my eyes as I heard the public cheering.

As I sobbed, I felt tears streaming down my face, and though I felt miserable and terrified, I didn't know that the worst was yet to come.

A moment later the two men that had won pulled us roughly to our feet. I knew it was useless to resist, so I let him lead me towards the back, where a curtain moved away revealing a huge steel plate, covered in rust.

It was full of holes, and from a few of them, I could see hooks sticking out.

The man, enjoying himself, turned me around, and then he took the handcuffs off. Then he grabbed my neck and he shoved me against the plate. Desperate, I grabbed his hands and I tried to pull them off my neck, but it was impossible.

"You are going to behave, aren't you?" he whispered into my ear.

I could feel his breath on my neck, and as I trembled in terror, I did my best to nod.

Apparently satisfied, he finally released me, though his hand hovered in front of my neck for a few seconds before he was sure I wasn't going to move.

Then someone gave him some rope, and he took my hand and he tied it above my head. Then he did the same with my other hand and then with my feet, pulling as hard as he could from the ropes.

When he finished, I couldn't move at all and my stretched body was forming a big X. I could feel the cold steel behind me, and as I realized that I was at their mercy, I started trembling hard.

Then he returned, holding a black ball gag in one hand.

"This is going into your mouth, one way or another." he said menacingly.

I was too terrified to resist, so I opened up my mouth and he shoved it in before he locked it behind my head.

It was about the same size as the one I usually wore, so it wasn't painful, but the surface was full of deep marks and it tasted awful.

Next to me, the blonde girl had been tied in the same way right next to me.

If anything, she looked even more terrified than I, I thought, and I wondered if she knew what would happen next.

I didn't have to wait for long, though, as a moment later the host returned, along with the woman.

She was dragging a big, round wheel on a pedestal. The wheel itself was split into colored wedges, alternating in red and blue, with a single green wedge in between.

After placing it next to us, the woman jumped off the stage, and then the host turned around and he looked at us.

"Well, well, seems like we have a tough choice tonight! They both look delicious to me!" he said and once more the public started cheering. "It's time for us to choose tonight's meat!"

And as he did, I suddenly imagined all the men gang-raping me and the idea made me feel sick.

Terrified, I tried to pull from my bonds but they were too tight, and all I managed was to hurt myself.

Ignoring us, the host then turned towards the public and he looked around for a second.

"I will need another volunteer for the next part, though. Anyone?" he said laughing.

A moment later he pointed into the public and a man climbed onto the stage.

At first, I could only see his silhouette against the lights, but as he got closer and closer, I suddenly realized with horror who he was.

My dad stopped just a few feet from me, smiling coldly as he looked at my naked body.

Desperate, I tried to cover myself but it was impossible, and as tears streamed down my face I started screaming into the gag.

Terrified and humiliated, I looked at him as I felt my skin burning, only to realize that he didn't know it was me.

The mask, I thought euphorically. I was still wearing the mask Peter had given me, and with it, he couldn't see my whole face.

Thankful of that small mercy, I closed my eyes and I waited for whatever came next, praying for it to be over quickly.

"Take this." the host told him a moment later. "You have to pin one on each of them."

As he did, I opened up my eyes once more and I saw my dad looking at us.

He was holding two long metal pins with fabric flags on them. One was red, and the other blue, and then I realized what the wheel was for.

Meanwhile, my dad was looking at us, clearly undecided.

He was enjoying himself, though, as I could see him smiling, and soon I could see his cock pushing against his pants, a sight that made me feel sick to my stomach.

Then he smiled, and he pointed at us before he started signing.

"Eeny, meeny, miny, moe." he said as I watched in horror.

"Catch a tiger by the toe. If he hollers, let him go, Eeny, meeny, miny, moe." he continued, ignoring my terrified cries.

Finally, he pointed at the blond girl and he walked towards her. After grabbing her nipple, he pulled hard, stretching it painfully as the girl cried from the pain, and then he jammed the red pin into it.

After he released her, he looked at me and then he gave me a twisted smile.

He grabbed my nipple and he pulled, stretching it until I was biting on the gag from the agony, and then he jammed the blue pin into the tender flesh of my breast.

"You are very pretty..." he said as he leaned closer to me until I could smell his drunken breath on my face.

Horrified, I could only look as my dad took a step back, and then he looked at me with lust in his eyes.

The host then stopped next to him, and he patted my dad on his back before he motioned for him to get off the stage. But my dad looked at us and then he whispered something to the host that I couldn't hear.

The host looked at us for a moment and then he nodded enthusiastically.

I swallowed nervously and then I watched as my dad walked towards me once more.

Without warning, he pushed his fingers into my cunt, and after twisting them, he pulled them out and he held them in front of his face.

"The slut is wet, look!" he said a moment later.

The public started cheering almost instantly, and drunk on power, my dad looked into my eyes and then he licked his fingers clean as I felt my skin crawling with disgust.

Completely defeated, I slumped from my bonds as I kept sobbing.

"Delicious!" I heard him saying out loud before he finally jumped off the stage.

As he did, I pulled from my bonds once more in a last, desperate attempt to escape, but there was nothing I could do.

Defeated, I watched as the host moved towards the wheel, and then I suddenly realized that if I lost, my dad would probably be among the men raping me.

Then the host looked at us and he grabbed the wheel with one hand before he smiled warmly.

"Ready?" he asked mockingly before he pulled hard from it.

Unable to resist, I looked as the wheel started spinning.

My heart was beating wildly in my chest, and though I felt pity for the girl next to me, I was praying for her to lose.

Suddenly the world seemed to slow down as I watched the wheel spin. It was dizzying, and soon I felt sick to my stomach, but I couldn't look away. I was terrified and the tension was driving me crazy.

After what felt like an eternity, though, the wheel started to slow down and I could make out the individual colors once again.

And the slower it spun, the harder it became to watch until my heart would simply stop every time it passed over a blue wedge, and I felt I would die.

Then, all of a sudden the wheel finally stopped, and I had to shake my head a few times until I was sure of what I was seeing.

It's red, I thought to myself.

Delirious with joy, I collapsed from my bond as I started screaming. The world blurred as tears flooded my eyes, but I could still see the girl next to me as she looked blankly at the wheel.

She looked shocked, and I felt horrible for her. I didn't wish her to be raped, but if I had to choose between her and me, I had no choice.

"Ladies and gentleman, give a loud applause to tonight's meat!" he host said, and thunderous applause followed, making me jump in fear.

Then, to my surprise, another man climbed onto the stage, making me freeze with fear.

He was wearing black pants, a black shirt, black shoes, and on top of that, a black apron that hung from his shoulders.

To his right side, though, there was a leather holster, holding what could only be a set of knives.

Terrified, I watched as he pulled one of the knives, a small and pointy one, and then he started honing it with a long steel rod. The sound it made sent shivers down my back, and as I watched, I started shaking my head in horror.

It was then that I realized that they weren't going to rape her. And that meat, for them, meant something much worse.

The girl, upon hearing him approach, finally looked up and she started screaming desperately as she trembled.

As horrible as it was to watch, the knowledge that there was nothing I could do to stop it, made it even worse.

Without saying a single word, the man stopped in front of her and then he looked up and down at what was now his prey.

He looked serious, almost concerned, and then he moved the knife towards her belly, stopping when the tip reached just under her ribs.

"Easseee.... easeeeee..." I started mumbling through my gag over and over again, praying for him to let her go, but he didn't.

Instead, he looked at her eyes, and then he plunged the knife into her flesh.

The moment he did I stopped breathing and my eyes froze in place. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't and instead, I was forced to watch the grisly scene.

As the blade disappeared inside of her, blood started dripping down her belly and between her legs, and the girl made a short, muffled cry before she froze in place.

Then the man smiled quickly to himself and he started working quickly.

Without hesitation, he dragged the tip of the knife down, slitting her belly open.

I watched in horror as her entrails slumped halfway out of her body, and then he simply shoved his hand inside her and he ripped them out, using the knife the cut away anything that stuck to her.

A moment later blood started pouring out of her mouth and around her gag as her eyes became unfocused.

My stomach started twisting inside of me as I heard the wet, meaty sound of her entrails falling on the floor, and a moment later I almost started puking again.

After he had gutted her, he took a step back, admiring his work before he looked towards the public.

It took me a second to realize that they were cheering, something that made my blood freeze inside of me.

The girl, despite the agonizing pain she must have been in, was still alive. I could hear wet gurgles coming from her as she tried to breathe, though by then it was obvious that she had little time left.

A feeling of helplessness washed over me as the man returned to her, and then he grabbed her hair and he pulled up.

The girl looked up, obviously disoriented, and then her eyes found mine. She looked sad and tired, and as I shook my head in denial, the man ran the knife across her neck, slitting it open.

Blood started pouring out of the cut almost instantly, dripping down her chest as a horrible, wet gurgling sound filled the air. She gave one last, desperate struggle, but it was too late.

A moment later she slumped from the ropes and she stopped struggling.

Suddenly, a high-pitched sound drowned everything around me, and as I watched, unable to do anything to help her, she finally died.

Paralyzed with horror, I watched as she stopped bleeding and her skin became pale and waxy.

Then the man returned and after grabbing a long knife from his holster, he started sawing at her neck.

With surprising ease, he severed her head, and then he held it up by her hair before he showed it to the public. Thankfully, all I could hear was that high-pitched whine, and I didn't have to listen to them cheering at the horrible scene.

After placing her head on the floor, he then shoved the knife under her ribs. With practiced ease, he pulled out her lungs and her heart, and after throwing them away, he cut her feet and her hands, leaving behind an almost unrecognizable carcass.

I felt sick, and as I watched him working, I almost started puking again, something that I was desperate to avoid, as with the gag on I would probably choke on my own vomit.

Finally, after he cut her last hand, he pulled the carcass from the ropes and he picked it up with ease, and after throwing it onto his shoulder, he took it off stage.

A moment later the host looked at me and as he smiled, he said something. I couldn't hear what he said, though, but a moment later the lights went off, and as I slumped from my bonds, I closed my eyes and I started sobbing.

It's over, I told myself.

I don't know how long I stayed like that, but suddenly I felt hands touching me and I exploded in panic.

Despite being tied, I started struggling once more, though it was useless.

"Stop! It's me... relax... please..." I heard Peter saying.

And despite everything that had happened, how scared I still was, I obeyed him.

Once I calmed down, he started untying me, first my feet and then my hands. As he did, I started to fall forward but he caught me quickly, and after picking me up as if I were a little child, he carried me away as I buried my head against his chest.

By the time I managed to open my eyes again, we were approaching the car.

Peter opened the door with one hand and then he slipped me into the passenger seat before he took the gag off my mouth.

I was exhausted, but as I looked at his face something snapped inside of me and I started screaming and flailing at him. I don't know what I saw in his face, but whatever it was, it sent me over the edge.

Peter looked terrified, and though he tried to grab my arms, he failed miserably. It was then that he slapped me, rocking my head against the seat, and snapping me back into reality.

Just as quickly as I started, I suddenly stopped and I slumped into the seat as the last of my strength drained away.

"I almost... died..." I whispered as I looked at my feet.

"You didn't, you are alive..." Peter said a moment later, through his voice was full of fear.

"She didn't... they... they killed her... she is dead..." I said a moment later.

As just as I did, I suddenly remembered that it had been Peter who brought me to the club and I started panicking once more.

"You brought me here... you wanted... you wanted me to be... to be in her place!" I started screaming once more as I tried to get away from him.

But this time Peter managed to grab my hand and as he pulled them together he pressed me against the seat before he knelt on the floor next to me.

"No! I didn't, remember? It was you! I wanted us to go, and you insisted we stay! Please, remember..." he pleaded.

And though it took some time, I did remember, and as I did I collapsed once more.

When Peter released me, I buried my face in my hands and I started crying as I realized it had all been my fault.

"You wanted to stay... and I let you, I shouldn't have... but I was angry... and I thought that you would never loose, and after you got off stage we would leave and... I had no idea what was going to happen after... I was stupid..." Peter said a moment later.

To me, he had always been strong and confident, and seeing him afraid was horrible.

"I had no idea your dad was in the club either, you have to believe me." he said a moment later.

And as he did, I looked at him and after whipping my nose with the back of my hand I nodded weakly.

"You swear?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper.

"Yes." he said before he stood up. "I never wanted anything bad to happen to you..."

I fucked up, I thought. I had behaved like a petty child and I almost got myself killed in the process. Suddenly I felt ashamed, and as I looked at him, I started sobbing again.

"I am sorry... I'm so... stupid... I'm sorry..." I said a moment later.

Peter looked uncomfortably at me, and then he patted my back a few times before he turned around.

"I will pick up your clothes and then we can go." he said before he left.

Nodding tiredly, I pulled the door closed, and then I looked down at my chest. I was still wearing the pin on my breast, I noticed.

Shuddering, I pulled it out, and then I dropped it into the ashtray as I watched the wound bleeding, though thankfully not much.

But as I tried to wipe it away, I suddenly realized that my whole chest was covered in tiny blood droplets.

Gasping in shock, I closed my eyes and I saw the moment when he cut her throat. It was her blood, I realized, and the idea made my skin crawl.

I cleaned myself as best as I could using the tissues in the glove box, but all I managed was to spread it around. Then Peter climbed into the car and after giving me my clothes back, he drove off.

Peter was silent, something I was thankful for, but after a while, I looked at him, and then I cleared my throat.

"Do... do you know her name?" I asked him, but he simply shook his head.

Disappointed, I looked outside and I lost myself in the dark streets for a while, until something else occurred to me.

"What... what will happen with her body?" I asked him, my voice barely a whisper.

This time Peter looked at me and then he held my gaze for a moment.

"Oh...." I said as I suddenly realized the answer.

They were going to eat her. She was meat, after all, I thought coldly as I saw the man carrying her body away in my mind.

And as I did I started crying once more as I wondered what her life had been. What she liked and what she didn't, what she wanted to be when she grew older, what her family had been like.

Depressed, I closed my eyes and I tried to push it all away, to forget what had happened, but it was impossible.

Then the car stopped and I opened my eyes. We weren't at Peter's house, though, but mine.

I looked at him in confusion but he shook his head and then he sighed loudly.

"I think it would be better if you had some time for yourself, Sarah." he said a moment later.

Speechless, I looked at him hoping he would change his mind. I wanted to say I was sorry, to plead for him to let me stay, but instead, I nodded weakly. I slipped my dress above my head as best as I could, and then I got off the car.

It was thankfully dark outside, and after I closed the door, I ran towards the house and I disappeared inside.

By the time I closed the door, Peter was gone.

I was exhausted, but I somehow made it into my room, and after locking the door, I walked towards my mirror.

After taking off my dress, I stood in front of it for a moment, just looking at my reflection.

I was still wearing my mask and my collar, but I was otherwise completely naked. My chest and my breasts, my neck, and the lower part of my face were still red with her blood, but even without that, I was unrecognizable.

As I closed my eyes, I prayed for that to be true. For my dad to have been oblivious to the fact that the girl on the stage, the one whose breasts he had tortured, the one he had marked with a blue pin, the one he had fingered, had been his daughter.

After that, I pulled off my mask and my collar, and then I dragged myself onto the bathtub.

I slipped under the water and then I started scrubbing myself until my skin started to hurt. Then I continued some more until I became too tired for even that, and then I simply sat under the water and I started crying as I thought of her.

I stayed like that for a long time. By the time I managed to get out, the water had become cold and I was trembling uncontrollably.

Once outside, I quickly dried myself and after wrapping a towel around my body, I dropped onto the bed and I closed my eyes.

My dad would be back tomorrow, I thought, and suddenly I wondered how would I ever look into his eyes again after what he had done to me.