I sucked in air through the little pin holes in the garment, feeling momentary panic when I couldn’t get enough. They had put the stocking on me so that I couldn’t see anything, and in that regard it did its job. The only thing I could really make out was that I was in a room and there was some sort of light on. Beyond that, I had no idea where they had taken me. "Do you plan on keeping her here or are we gonna move her later on?" said a voice. It was rough and guttural, as though every word was spoken through a filter of cigarettes and harsh whiskey. "Where else would we put her? You want to take her home to meet your mum?" This voice was softer, but it had more authority to it. He was the boss of the pair. "I don't know, she's definitely good lookin’ enough to meet mom. Beats the trash I’ve taken back before now, anyway." "Don't start your mind wanderin’ down that road. Remember what we said we would do." "You mean the plan? Heh. What a joke.
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