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<br/>​</div><span style="font-size: 12px">Laughter, conversations, jazz music, and more floated about Riley but she hardly heard any of it. It wasn't the clink of glasses that hit her ears, but the clinking of chain links. Flirtatious laughter was replaced with sinister chuckling. Tonight was not supposed to be going this way, not at all. She was supposed to be in conversation with other, seducing them to the point that they would take her wherever it was they stood; bathroom, bedroom, living room, up against the windows she stood in front of. Riley was there to use and be used. Not stand off to the side and be tortured by the memories that surely would haunt her for the rest of her days. Lifting the glass, she took a long pull of the wine --hardly tasting it-- and gave a heavy sigh. If any even looked her way, they would probably wonder why one as attractive as her was not surrounded by hordes of men. Guess she was just off her game this evening. Perhaps it would be better for her to go home. Just lock herself away in her apartment, take a hot bath, crawl into bed, and just let her nightmares have her for the night. She could try again tomorrow night. Not that there was another party going on, but there were plenty of other ways to find someone willing to take up the task of 'pleasuring' her. "Beautiful view, isn't it?" The sudden voice at her side had Riley looking to the man with a look of confusion that was suddenly gone as soon as it had appeared. Usually she knew where everyone was around her; knew if someone was coming up. Seems she had allowed herself to become too lost in her mind. <br/>
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The man --who introduced himself as Michael-- smiled at her. Had the universe felt that she was not meant to go home just yet? Obviously it wasn't God, or anyone similar to that nature. Riley had lost her faith a year into her captivity. For if there truly was some celestial entity that oversaw all of creation, then they were a blind asshole that cared nothing for humans. Well, least of all her. No, Riley didn't believe in anything anymore. For what 'loving and caring' god would have ever allowed her to endure all that she had at the hands of her Handler. "Riley. And yes, the view is beautiful. Better than my apartment." Not wanting to seem rude, grey eyes remained on the man even though they wanted to pull back to the windows. He was not unpleasing. In fact, Riley found him to her liking more than some of the others she had glimpsed during her initial walk of the place. It was apparent he was older than her, but he kept himself well groomed. She was even willing to bet that he took care of what he ate, worked out often, and even hit a salon from time to time. She wasn't far behind him. When she wasn't playing secretary to a boss that mentally fucked her every way he could, Riley spent her free time working out, cooking, and keeping her apartment quite clean. Sure she could hire someone to come and do that for her, but she preferred to do it on her own. After all, its not like she had any real hobbies anymore. Strange how one could lose more than just days of their life when they were taken.<br/>
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"Where is your girlfriend? I don't see a ring on your finger." A bit bold, but Riley wanted to make sure that he was available for some sexual play. She was not one for women, so finding a couple where the man could fuck without the female counterpart being there was a bit of a hard thing to come by. Was she fully against women? Not at all, but they were not her preferred taste. Riley went to these things to be fucked, not be caressed. "Or are you like me, a unicorn among the tamed stallions of the forest?" A funny way to view the whole situation, but one that worked.<br/>
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Before her kidnapping, Riley had thought of being a writer or a poet. She had always viewed the world in a way that others had not. Back home --in her hometown-- there was a box of notebooks filled with her scribbling. Her mother refused to thrown them away, always claiming they would be worth something when she made it as a bestseller. Looks like that dream was dead. Well, to her it was dead. Riley's mother still held out hope that her sweet daughter would return one day. That she would just reappear, smiling and laughing as before. She didn't understand the hell that Riley had traveled through. While Dante had traversed through seven layers, Riley had found many more buried beneath the lowest level. And it was there she had abandoned all hope, lost all innocence, only to reemerge as the shattered beauty that stood before the windows in a penthouse where debauchery was afoot. <br/>
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