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Chapter 9 A broken doll

Anna's stomach growled with hunger, and she could feel her energy fading. She wondered how long she would have to wait before she could finally eat something. But even more than that, she was terrified of the punishment she knew was coming. Marcus had made it clear that she was to be trained using a shock collar, and she knew that the pain would be unlike anything she had ever endured before.

She could feel her body trembling with fear and anxiety as she waited for Victor to return. The silence was almost unbearable, and her mind raced with thoughts of the pain and humiliation that awaited her. She couldn't bear the thought of being treated as a mere object, a toy for their amusement. She knew that if she didn't find a way to escape soon, she would be lost forever to Marcus's twisted desires.

Finally, the sound of footsteps in the hallway broke the silence, and Anna's heart rate quickened. She wondered if it was Victor or someone else, some unknown torment waiting for her. Maybe it was Marcus himself, coming to observe her fear and despair with sadistic glee.

But as the door swung open, it was not Marcus who appeared, but Victor. He entered the room silently, his face betraying no emotion as he looked down at Anna. "Stand up," he barked, his voice cold and dispassionate. "Boss has ordered that we begin your training."

"Please," Anna pleaded, her voice hoarse with desperation. "Please, let me eat first. I'm so hungry, I can hardly think straight. Is that really too much to ask?" Victor looked at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. Finally, he let out a sigh of annoyance. "Fine," he said tersely. "But you'll be punished for your insolence."

Anna gulped, feeling a sinking sensation in her stomach. She was relieved that she was getting some food, but at what cost? She knew that whatever punishment Victor had in store for her would be something she wouldn't forget in a hurry.

Victor motioned for her to stand up, and she reluctantly obeyed, her legs trembling as she rose to her feet. He led her towards what appeared to be a small kitchenette in one corner of the room. "Sit down at the table," he instructed, pushing her towards a small wooden chair. "Wait here." He turned and walked away, leaving her alone in the room once more.

As she sat there, alone and exposed, Anna couldn't help but feel a shiver of dread run down her spine. She was a prisoner in this hellish mansion, at the mercy of men who saw her as nothing more than a plaything for their amusement. And now, all she could do was wait and wonder what kind of torture would be inflicted upon her next.

The minutes ticked by slowly, each one feeling like an eternity, and Anna's fear and anxiety only grew. She couldn't help but wonder what was taking Victor so long. Was he really preparing her food, or was there something more sinister in store for her? She didn't have to wonder for much longer, however, as the sound of footsteps approaching signaled Victor's return.

He entered the room carrying a tray, on which sat a simple but satisfying meal of bread and water. He placed it roughly on the tabletop before her. "Eat," he barked, his tone brooking no argument. "You eat, then we start." He stood there watching her, silently evaluating her obedience.

She hesitated for a moment, contemplating the consequences of a refusal, but her hunger and her desire to avoid more unnecessary suffering won out. Slowly, she began to eat, tearing off small pieces of the bread and nibbling on them.

While she tried to eat, Victor stood there, supervising her every movement. His beady eyes scanned her body, taking in every aspect of her appearance. She knew he was probably assessing her physique, judging her potential worth as a slave. The thought made her skin crawl, but she had no choice but to endure his gaze.

Finally, she finished as much as she could manage, feeling a faint sense of relief that her hunger had been somewhat abated, even as she knew that the worst was yet to come. Victor let out a grunt of approval, satisfied with her obedience. "Now, come with me," he ordered, turning towards the door. "Time for your training."

The words sent a chill down her spine, but she knew better than to resist. She rose from the table, her legs trembling with fear and anticipation, and followed Victor as he led her through the mansion's twisting corridors. Her mind churned with thoughts of the torment that awaited her, each step taking her further into the depths of her nightmare.

As the journey continued, Anna's mind raced with thoughts of the unknown. Where would Victor lead her? What kind of training did Marcus have in mind? And perhaps most important of all, how would she survive the ordeals he had planned for her? Only time would tell, but one thing was certain: Anna was about to face some of the darkest moments of her life.

After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at a small, windowless room lit only by a single flickering candle. The sparse decor and the overall sense of dread gave Anna the feeling that this space was meant for one purpose: pain. She shuddered, trying not to dwell on what horrors might be inflicted upon her in this tiny, dingy room.

Victor gestured towards the center of the room, a stern look on his face. "Stand right here," he said, his voice firm and cold. "And don't move." Anna complied, her knees shaking as she shuffled into the space indicated. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing with questions. What would happen next?

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