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The Circle Part 2: The Dark Truth

Date: 5/23/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Bondage and restriction, Cruelty, Death, Rape, Slavery, Snuff, Written by women, Author: LaceyChains, Rating: 88.2, Source: sexstories.com

able to say such things, but if he were to hear you, you would be punished severely." Then she glanced down at her hands, as if she were struggling to say what came next. "You should be thankful to him. He could easily have just taken her and sent her to her fate, but what he did, he did for you as much as he did for her." I wasn't yet sure what she meant, but a cold chIll passed over me at what she implied. "He did it for me? How could killing her possibly help me?" Circe rose slowly and sat on the bed next to me, I recoiled away but she made no effort to touch me. "You look on me as your captor, but as I've told you, I am a slave, nothing more. Nothing that happens to you hasn't already been done to me and I too must face the possibility of one day having my Moment forced upon me. I was born to it, just as Marco was." "In my youth, I was taught to sing and recite poetry, but once I reached my eighteenth year, I was taken by a man, just as Marco took you. Our only difference is that I have known no other way." Circe gently took my hand, not as a captor or Master, but as a friend. "Marco sees in you a strength that makes him believe you could adapt and survive. Most of those we take from the outside don't last long, but you can, as long as you understand what's at stake. By killing poor Layla, he hoped you would." My stomach almost retched at the idea that she died for me. I wanted to deny it because simply accepting it as fact made me complicit in Layla's death. I must ... have looked ashen to Circe and my head spun so terribly I felt I might pass out, but deep down, her words carried enough truth that I couldn't deny them. I had seen the brutality of the world I was in and I knew in my heart I would do whatever I needed to to be spared her fate. "I wouldn't have believed it had I not seen it myself," I finally said. "That's why he killed her? As an example to the rest of us?" "No," Circe said coldly. "The other two are almost certainly doomed. We will try to teach them, but they have withdrawn into their minds and are not responding to us. If that doesn't change, they will be sold to a Master who will enjoy pulling them out of their shell. I'm only glad I won't have to see it." It was horrible to hear, but I had no strength left to concern myself with their fate. I saw a ray of hope in her words and my only thoughts were focused on what I needed to learn. "So, what must I do to avoid that? How can I survive when so many others fail? What use have I to them?" Circe smiled hopefully and squeezed my hand. "Learn to enjoy it, Jessica. You are a female whose purpose is to give pleasure. If you can learn to enjoy it and withstand the occasional pain it carries, you may yet live." I said nothing more as Circe rose and headed for the door. Before she left, she turned. "This door isn't locked. You have a bathroom here and some clothing in the closet. You are like me now. You have the run of the ship. Your life can be free of stress and filled with joy if ...