slave # 4<br/><br/>Amy looked around at the other girls that shared in her humiliation. One the one with the gag seemed to be struggling quite a lot. She felt sorry for her. She felt sorry for them all, but all the poor girl was doing was wasting valuable energy. She closed her eyes bowing her head with a sigh. She was not here. " I'm not here...not here." She whispered to herself.<br/><br/>She could see herself standing on the porch of her house. Paint brush in her hand dripping pant down her body. She paint black on the empty canvas. Black was the color of her future. It stretched on forever into the abyss with no hope for her. It was the color of humiliation, as even with her eyes closed and her mind doing its best to retreat away. She could still feel eyes upon her. hungry eyes.