Part 3 jill’s punishment
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PART 3 JILL’S PUNISHMENT
Suddenly the metal plate at the door opened with a horrible creak. Jill was at first a little taken a back as she wondered where the creaking noise had come from.
A loud voice bellowed in the room and the echoing noise seemed to last forever. “YOUR FOOD’S READY SLUT!” The last words seemed to stick in Jill’s head. “She had never before been called a slut, and she hoped this would be the last”
Jill walked towards the door holding onto her ears as she went, trying to drown the echo that seemed to be leaping from wall to wall.
Here she could see a hand with a black glove which looked to be made out of leather. The glove was holding a plastic plate with some bread. The bread was not buttered and had nothing no filling or spread, it was just simply plain bread.
“Where’s the drink” shouted Jill, quite annoyed, “No drink for you until your behaviour improves” came the voice from outside the room. “Fuck You” shouted Jill not thinking what she was saying.
“Strike 2” came the reply as the grid on the door window came slamming down and shortly afterwards Jill heard a males voice quietly say “She better watch what she wished for” followed by a chuckle.
Jill wondered what the grumpy male was on about and decided to forget about him. She stared at the bread that was on the blue plate wondering what she had done to deserve this. All her life she had whatever she wanted either one way or another. If her parents had refused to purchase her it, she just went and either pinched the money for the item or stole it from the shop. For the first time in her short life she felt deprived.
After a few minutes she started to tuck in eating the crusty bread. Her mind was telling her it was the worst tasting bread she had ever tasted, however for the first time she didn’t say out loud her feelings as she remembered the cameras were recording her every move.
Jill tried thinking about any possible way of escape, she currently knew that the room she was being held capture in was by the coast and gave little hope of escape, however what about the rest of the old castle like building she was in, would she ever be let out of the room.
Jill knelt and for the first time put her hands together, “Please may I be let out of this room” she quietly asked, looking above her the whole time.
She quickly shuck out of all that she was doing, was she actually praying she stood back and asked herself. She had never done this before and it felt totally weird to the cute young girl.
It wasn’t long after this when the door finally opened, was her prays about to be answered, stood in front of her was Mr Freely.
TO BE CONTINUED …………………………..
Will Jill's prays be answered
What will Mr Freely do?
Keep reading to find out