Tiny Woman

I moved slowly, mechanically, unpacking my things, the things that had been missing from my apartment. Taken, perhaps, in some sorry attempt to bribe us into staying merely because we had things. I vowed to be dead before I could be taken as a wife, but it was a very delicate thing- I don’t believe in suicide. One of the other girls approached me. Obediently, none of then had helped me unpack or even spoken to me before.
“We have a problem….” she began, well aware that I couldn’t exactly answer back. “Well, none of really know how to cook, per se…” she looked somewhat sheepishly at the girls behind her.
“Well, I mean, I know how to cook- somewhat,” Diane spoke up, she was already married to Jack and I could only imagine what kind of Hell her life was now, seeing a small bruise fading on her cheek, “I’ve just never cooked for this many before.”
“Oh, how about we don’t cook?” one of the girls giggled, “then the boys would starve and we could go home!” Diane and I exchanged glances, knowing that such a thing would never work…. For the boys. My mind clicked- the gag would make it so much easier! Now it was only a matter of days. I rose and made my way to the kitchen, led by Diane. It didn’t matter what I did or the boys did anyway, I wouldn’t be around to bear the consequences long.

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The meal was set on the boy’s table at exactly 5:58, and the girls all dished out their meals in the kitchen. I fought the temptation and went straight to cleaning up, my stomach complaining loudly. I could hear both the boys and the girls eating and talking. The girls- what fools! Willingly surrendering themselves to be slaves to men that would gladly beat and rape them. I shuddered at the thought and grew more than a little disturbed and pissed off when I noticed the thought had made me a tad wet. Shit.
I pictured hands, a body, overcome with passion, holding me down, not being able to resist my body anymore. Fuck, he’d moan and I’d stifle a cry as he plunged into me, pain and fear forgotten …
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK! I scolded myself severely- stupid bitch, this is reality! Not fantasy! I’ll be married off to one of those assholes and taken against my will and they won’t care if I’m a virgin and they won’t care if I come and I’ll be forced to have child after child…..
“Jack wants to see you.” I was shaken out of my silent tirade against myself as Diane gently guided me through the doors. Fucking assholes. If they ungag me, I’ll tell them just that. In the meantime, I stood with chin defiantly raised and glared at the big fuck.
“I’ve been told you arranged this meal,” He spoke almost casually, fiddling with his napkin and grinning slightly, totally unfazed by my death glare. “I assume you haven’t had any yet? Chris, remove the gag so that she can answer me properly.” Chris moved to remove the gag- big mistake. “Now, have you eaten?”
“Eat shit and die you hulking mass of vomit and…” WHACK. The backhanded slap echoed through the room as I crumpled to my knees from the force of it.
“I really had hoped you’d set a good example.” he sighed. “Oh well, you will simply get hungrier.” He motioned for me to leave as Chris gently replaced the gag. “You’re not making this any easier on yourself, Tiny.” he said quietly.

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“OK fine! So what do you suggest!?” Jack bellowed as several of the boys had questioned his dealing with me.
“Shoulda hit her, that worked last time!” Ben asserted, backed by others nodding their approval.
“Withholding meals will work just as fine!” Dustin backed up Jack, like he always did. The arguing continued for a few minutes until Chris spoke up, “You’re assuming too many things. She wants to be hit, she wants to be starved.” He had everyone’s attention now. “Or didn’t you notice? She doesn’t want to be here, she wants us to kill her or she’s going to kill herself.”
“How?” Jason, ever the dim bulb, asked.
“Starvation.” Chris shrugged. “Girls starve themselves all the time and kill themselves all the time like that. They’re weird that way. We want her healthy enough to fuck her and have kids. I say we force-feed her.”
“Perfect!” Jack conceded, back-up plans and punishments and threats already forming in his mind. The next meal was going to be a fun one. Now if only he could think of a way to thank Chris for his excellent idea….

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