<span style="font-family: 'Georgia'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#808080">Each item of clothing that was brought out crossed her empty eyes as silent tears fell from her face. This was her life now. Tied to a chair watching some creep show her clothes. The skimpy lingerie bothered her most as it meant he had sexual intentions with her that she just wasn't up for. Ice was saving herself for marriage. Out of all the things he showed her, a few items looked like he got an extra small instead of a small or a tight fitting medium. <br/>
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Once he was done with the clothes, he walked over to mention that he hadn't bought any shoes, and it hit her then that he was right. Grey eyes looked to the floor of her cell to be reminded of the lack of shoes. Looking to her own bare feet, she remembered how he took of her heels and left them in the parking lot of the bar. Looking back up at him as he claimed to take good care of her feet, to paint them in any color she wanted. As if Ice cared about the color of her toes when all she wanted was to be free. "Ghhngh." She mumbled as he got even closer then. <br/>
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Then he did the unthinkable, he kissed the tape where her mouth was! Ice pulled back sharply, painfully twisting her neck as she recoiled from the act. Heavier tears fell from her tired and sore eyes as he claimed that he was so happy by her being there. That he didn't like her working at the bar, because of too many creeps. If she could scoff, Ice would have but instead she rolled her crying eyes at the comment. </span></span>