Slave #5<br/><br/>Hope opened her eyes as a man adressed her and grabbed her chin. For a moment that man's grin was everything she hated about these people. They were nothing but self-absorded swine who looked down on her and other chained girls as meat, pets and toys to derive their sick pleasures from. She fixed man a murderous stare. If her feet had been chained she would have kicked him between his legs at his most-likely-too-small manhood. Sadly she had checked exactly how far the chains allow her to pull her leg and it wasn't even nearly far enough.<br/><br/>At that moment she swore she would survive, that she would not allow these fuckers to break her will, that she would escape. She wanted nothing more than to spit on that man's face. She felt the saliva in her mouth, she could hit that shithead right in the eye. She didn't dare to.