Thirty Seven

ONCE IN HER POSITION

Rihanna's pov

Life up to now has been hot, dark, muggy, and smelled of sex and sweat. I lay in my cell, on the concrete floor, my brown hair matted and my clothes torn and smelly. I sigh, wishing I could sleep. It was the only relief I had from this painful life.

From a few cells over I heard a female crying and a male grunting. This has been my life since I could remember. Laying in a.dark room with no windows, the only contact I ever have is when the Master comes to punish me, or his friends have paid him to rape me.

I can't remember how I ended up with this awful owner. It was so many years ago, or at least I think. Every day feels like a year in this wretched confinement. I have no idea how many others there are like me here. If I were to guess I would say it was well over 10. I sit up as I heard footsteps approaching.

My Master appears outside of the metal bars that allowed for no escape. He yanks on the chain that was attached to the gate and myself, maki