"On your knee's bitch!" Still unable to see but I can hear perfect. I have no idea who said it but she sounded serious so I oblige and drop to my knees as my vision clears. I hear the clicking of high heels on the concrete floor and see a figure coming towards me. A few more seconds pass before I realise who it is. Christy Hemme. The fiery red head stands in front of me with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. Christy is wearing nothing but a baby blue bra and thong combo along with some strap pumps. Christy walks around me a few times without saying a word as she appears to be inspecting me before she begins.
"Do you know who I am?" Christy asks.
"Yes, You're Christ...." I start to reply but a stiff slap to the face shuts me up.
"I didn’t tell you to speak, now did I?" Christy asks.
"No, sorr...." Another slap to the face makes me realise I wasn’t told to answer yet I did anyway.
"You just don’t learn do you?" Christy asks again but this time I keep quite.
"I asked you a question and I expect an answer!" Christy isn’t happy and slaps me again across the face even harder than before. I have a feeling that I cant win in this little game of hers.
"What is your name?" Christy asks, I look up at her and try to gauge if she wants an answer of not. I decide to answer based on her last statement.
"My name..." Another slap across the face from Christy who seems to be enjoying her game.
"You're not very bright. I didn’t tell you to speak and yet you speak. I’m think I'm going to have to beat my rules into you." Christy says with a devilish grin on her face. For some reason I think that’s what she wanted to happen. As I'm lost in my thoughts, Christy decided to be nice and bring me back to reality with the hardest slap yet. Christy hits me so hard that I fall to the floor as she grabs her hand in agony from hitting so hard. Imagine how my face feels! Christy isn’t happy about my face hurting her hand and I'm betting I'm going to pay for it. Christy walks away from me and heads over to a table in the corner of the room that I hadn’t yet noticed. Christy spends a few seconds looking through her possessions before walking back towards me with something behind her back. The smile on her face tells me it's not going to be good.
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