Thread: The Debt Collector (Greysmith and FemShep)

Rubbing salt in his wounds with the man dusting off him off only insulted the master even further, but he wouldn't do anything. After what had happened it looked like suicide to challenge the man again especially since this was only a fraction of what he could do. As much as he dreaded having to give up his whore the master was too selfish to care about anyone but himself. Emilee's moment of dreaming had ended once she heard the threat the cold man had made. She silently gasped putting her hand over her mouth and finding herself stepping back against a wall trapping her in the room. He...he wouldn't really do such a thing would he? While fear retook Emilee's damaged body all the master cared about was how unattractive it would be to see her without toes that and she'll be completely useless to him. Emilee wouldn't be able to walk thus rendering her nothing more then a punching bag and sadly it only confirmed to Emilee that she would be returning to the nightmare house. Fine! I'll make my payments as soon as possible... He spoke in defeat making it clear the master had no desire to continue fighting against him. By nature Emilee rarely fought back and like an abused animal she feared other people. The only person she wasn't afraid of was herself. She was timid and frightened by any man even if they were smaller then her. That fact was only proven when the men grabbed her by her upper arms to take her from the mansion. She gave no resistance hearing her master click his tongue in anger. In the back sit of the car, Emilee found herself near the coldest man of the trio of collectors. She kept her body tense and together pushing her side against the car door and keeping her eyes low as the three acted like casual friends. Despite her body being so tense her eyes seemed to wonder around the three a bit more, but one thing caught her attention. This was the first time they took another person as collateral, but she had to wonder why. Maybe it was because the man was clever enough to see that her master prized her most of all. Whatever the reason maybe Emilee just felt relived that she could finally go a day without him forcing her to pleasure his disgusting body. In time her body grew to relax, but instead of looking like a usual used whore she was more of a young woman as she stared outside the world passing by through the window. Emilee clang her hands to the top of her uniform like she was trying to keep someone from opening it while her legs were glued together. It's been so long since she's seen the outside world that she was almost lost, but as the men continued to speak the discussion of which she'll stay with caught her attention. She seemed to tense up at the idea of staying with the man they called Horse. By the way they talked to him there were good reasons. Just for once she wanted one day without having to get naked anywhere but the shower despite that they all seemed to be good friends. Her eyes met with the one of the men's and almost immediately she broke eye contact. M-my name's Emilee. She answered timidly like a frightened lost child. In her mind there was no point to knowing her name it wasn't like they would be treating her like a person anytime soon. Whatever they decided to do with her Emilee would accept.