As she ran past the space between the back room and the bathroom, she heard voices and caught a glimpse of two men out of the corner of her eye.
It was Ben.
And Peter.
Daisy stumbled into the bathroom, fell to her knees and hung her head over the edge of the loo. She started crying and throwing up, the thick white cum splashing into the water and back into her face. She was dry-heaving for a long time, the stench and sight of the cum making her sick all over again, long after her belly was empty. The pain in her middle was sharp and her body was shaking when she heard their voices at the door.
“You see? That’s what you’re married to.”
“Bloody hell!” Ben muttered. He stormed away and down the hall. Daisy yelled “Ben!” but she heard a door slam shut and then nothing but silence.
“Get up,” Peter said in an icy voice.
“Peter, I…”
Peter clapped his hands and two huge men, bouncer types with tight black shirts and skintight black jeans, rushed into the room. They took hold of Daisy, one on each arm, and held her upright a few feet in front of Peter. Peter’s hand dug into his pocket.
“You will not speak unless you are told to,” Peter said calmly as he wrapped the collar around Daisy’s neck then buckled it shut. He pressed a button and she screamed as a strong current went across the two little metal studs that pressed against her throat. She collapsed on the floor.
“Get up. You have work to do. You’re mine now.”
Daisy got to her feet slowly, still smarting from the shock.
“Ben is going to sell you to me. And I am going to take you with me to America. Where you will work the streets for me as a common whore until I get tired of you.”
“But, Peter…arghh!” Daisy shut up as Peter let go of the button.
“Or, I might turn you into the thing you’ve always wanted to be. My own little punana.” He turned and walked away.
“Don’t bother packing. We already have everything you need in the car.”
He continued walking. Daisy slipped down the wall and onto the bathroom floor, crying uncontrollably. In just five minutes, Peter had destroyed her entire life. The two men stood in the doorway for another three or four minutes before they motioned for her to follow them. Completely defeated now, Daisy got up slowly and, with trembling legs, followed them into her bedroom.
Daisy looked around. Peter had been thorough. The closet doors were open and all of her clothes and shoes were gone. The dresser drawers had been pulled out and stacked on the floor, all of them empty. She looked around and saw that all the photos of her and Ben were gone, as well as all of her jewelry.
One of the men motioned toward the bed. Daisy looked. There was a jet black workout outfit, just top and pants, and a pair of black leather mules. She nodded obediently.
“Shower and dress and say goodbye to your old life. You have ten minutes,” he said, then the two of them left, leaving the door open behind them.
Daisy wanted to drop to the bed and cry but already her body was taking over for her mind. She was going to America. She was going to be Peter’s property. He was going to use her any way he saw fit.
She masturbated in the hot shower and came twice.