This was now the start of a down hill slop. Becoming a toy. That sounded like hell. You didn't want to be someone's sex toy. At last you signed the contrake.
A lady came in and shot something at you. You black out.
You wake up in a plastic container. You don't know how long you were out for. You look down and say yourself naked. As all of this was coming to you a hand of a ...
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