“Loxuru, you messed it up!”
I knew I had.
“Loxuru! We had a contract!”
I knew we had a contract (sigh).
“And, Loxuru, a contract is a contract!”
I know!
“The small text of the contract, Loxuru! I you do not fulfill…!
I had to make choice.
I knew what would happen. They would bring me to a remote spot, deep in a wood. They would held a party, with beer and barbecue. Their friends would be there, and their girlfriends, and me, as ‘special guest’. Naked, writhing and suffering on a cross. They would enjoy it. They would humiliate and taunt me. A day and a night long. And then they would let me die alone there. But the contract gave me an option to postpone it for a year. On particular conditions…
I will not go into detail about these conditions, just....
They were five. The first one just like sodomisation. The second one liked to be sucked. The third one liked me under ropes and whips and all that stuff. The fourth one like me dressed in women’s garments and treated me as his wife. The fifth one liked it all. I had nothing left. No freedom, no pride, no privacy, nothing. Except one thing : I was still alive. I had time to consider. To think. I had time to silently let the Stockholm syndrome come in. Especially when I had them apart. Take two, or more, and they were terrible. But with one apart, I could exploit their weaknesses. I soon discovered their personal preferences and desires, and I deliberately tried to satisfy them as good as possible. Furthermore, I made them find out that I could be more than there sex slave. I could help them in more than one way. After a few months they sometimes sought business advice from me, which mostly proved successful.
The last weeks of the year, I felt that my Stockholm strategy had worked. I felt they were considering to give me one more year.
But then, two days before the end of the year, the police raided the house. They arrested the five. They were quickly condemned to death for abduction and sexual crimes. They were brought to the city park and publically stripped, whipped and crucified.
I was there too. I was also stripped, whipped, and crucified to the sixth cross.
A contract is a contract, the judge had said…