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lifted my eyes and met Becca’s stare. I could tell she had the same thought, “What in the fuck is going on?” Tanner wasn’t one for making speeches.
    “Now!” The anger was so evident in his voice we all cringed in unison as our eyes lifted to look at him. Once he was satisfied we were all being attentive he walked over to the severely beaten Asian girl. Opening her cell, he grabbed her arm and roughly pulled her from the cell. She was so weak she stumbled and fell to her knees at his feet. She hadn’t eaten for two days and had been using her toilet paper to wallpaper her cell – used and clean.
    Grabbing her by the hair, he pulled her screaming body to the center of the room and pulled her up to her knees. “I think we need a little demonstration on how serious we are here about obedience.” He pointed at me, then Becca and went around the room until he’d pointed at us all. “You are all disposable commodities – there’s a million more young bitches where you all came from.”
    I frowned as a sinking feeling came over me. I chanced a glance over at Becca again, but her eyes were glued to the Asian girl. Several of the women began to whimper; one began crying.
    With one swift movement Tanner pulled a six-inch blade from the holder attached to his belt and placed it at the woman’s neck. Sensing what was coming next the Asian girl began screaming, kicking and lashing out at him, but his strength seriously overpowered her. Because of her squirming she only accomplished nicking herself with the blade several times, but she didn’t seem to notice as she continued her frantic attempted escape.
    Without another word, Tanner brought the blade across her neck, slicing it open. Blood squirted from the cut and a low gurgling sound emerged from her.  I was so horrified all I could do was curl my knees up to my chest as my mouth dropped wide open.
    Screams of terror and wails of dismay echoed throughout the dungeon as the women’s minds began to process the horror before them. But I couldn’t move. I was still frozen, my eyes wide as the concrete floor at Tanner’s feet became covered in the sticky red substance.
    Tanner smirked. “Any questions?” The sadistic bastard hadn’t even blinked an eye. Not a bit of hesitation.
    Silence overtook the room except for the occasional sniff and heavy breathing as the women attempted to control their emotions.
    Tanner pointed the bloody blade at me and then at Becca. “Once my men remove this useless bitch, you and you will be cleaning up the mess.” He jerked his head toward the cell filled with toilet paper. “And that, and I don’t want to see a speck of red on this floor when you’re both done. Am I clear?”
    I nodded my head, assuming Becca was doing the same.
    Tanner dropped the girl’s limp body to the floor, turned on his heel and exited the room followed by Jazz and Connor, leaving us alone staring in horror at the dead girl whose body was lying in an increasingly large puddle of blood. With the men gone, chaos broke out among the remaining women. Screams, cries, whimpers sounded throughout the room, all feeding into each other, intensifying the emotions. 
    “I don’t think I can clean that,” I whispered to Becca, doing my best to keep hold of myself. I can’t lose myself now, I just can’t. I tried not to think that it was a dead person lying on the floor looking at me with lifeless eyes.
    “We don’t get the option to say no.”
    Jazz and Connor returned with a black tarp, grabbed the woman and tossed her onto it, then wrapped her tight and exited, carrying her over their shoulders. With the body gone the women, myself and Becca included, begin to calm and take our spots on our cots, waiting for the Masters to return.
    When they returned they were carrying mops, buckets of hot water and a load of sponges and cleaners. Once the supplies were tossed onto the floor next to the mess, Jazz unlocked my cell and motioned for me to exit, followed by