"Peter W. Prellwitz - Book 02 - Shards" - читать интересную книгу автора (Prellwitz Peter W)

uncontrollable urge to hit her.тАЭ I reached for her again and she looked at me. Her eyes said she wanted to
hit me, and I was happy. But then I was sad because her eyes stopped saying that and she took my hand.

"Stop that, Abigail. I want you to behave."

"I am behaving! I like being good. Are you my new owner?"

"No! Uh, no, I'm not! Oh, Abby!тАЭ She held me close, but didn't seem very happy. Maybe she was sad
that she didn't own me. The big man stepped up behind her.

"Take your seat, Sarah. We're bugging out in one minute.тАЭ The big door went up and closed and the big
man sat down. The pretty girl let me go and put straps and buckles on me. I knew she wanted me to stay
in my chair. I knew that because she put straps and buckles on me.

"We're going on that ride now, Abby. I'll sit right here. You're going to feel heavy and everything will
look different and strange, but don't be scared. I'll be here.тАЭ She sat on a seat behind me and put her
hands on my shoulders. The big thing jerked and moved and we all went on a ride. It was very scary.




Chapter Two

The next three days were very confusing. No one wanted me to play with them, at least,

THE NEXT THREE DAYS WERE VERY CONFUSING. THE ... THE ... IMMORAL CREATURE THAT
WAS NOW ME SO CONTROLLED ME THAT I WAS UNABLE TO EVEN BEGIN TO EXERT MY
TRUE SELF. INSTEAD,

not the way I wanted to play, the way I was made to play. They kept me in a bedroom, but would only
talk to me.

I HAD TO WAIT OUT THE SHARDING EPISODE, SHARING HER WICKED THOUGHTS AND
PRAYING SHE WOULDN'T EMBARRASS ME IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS. A PRAYER THAT WAS
ANSWERED WITH A RESOUNDING NO, SADLY. SHE HAD NO INHIBITIONS, AND WAS
EXTREMELY OPEN ABOUT WHAT SHE WAS. BUT THOUGH SHE CONSTANTLY FLAUNTED
HERSELF IN FRONT OF MY FRIENDS,

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The talking was hard and I got tired of talking very fast and just let them talk. They seemed to have a lot
to say. But since they were almost all girls, I didn't think about what they said. All my owners had been
men, which was nice, so unless I was told not to, I would think about

THEY WERE MY FRIENDS. INSTEAD OF SEEING ME AS THE, AS THE ... AS THE PLEASURE RIPE
I HAD SHARDED INTO, THEY TALKED TO ME AS A SICK FRIEND, ONE THEY HOPED AND