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She finished the rest of her lunch quickly. Her stomach felt full and tight. She could use another nap to sleep off the large meal. It was nice to be allowed to sleep. Back in the cage, every time she drifted off, one of the guards had taken the opportunity to harass her. And it had been cold there. And damp. And rat infested. It was so nice here. Even if she didn't trust her master completely she knew it was better than she deserved. She had been a bad girl--that's what they all had told her--and any kindness was a gift she could never repay. Plus, so far he was the only one to touch her. That was a relief. It would be easier to watch just one man instead of five or six.

She looked up at him wide eyed in disbelief. Three meals? THREE? She was going to get fat! She rolled on her back, exposing her stomach to him. It seemed like the right move to show her gratitude at submission. Her body was his, after all, and the place before had made sure that modesty was only a memory.

Millie was relieved that her behavior was approved of. She could be his pet if it meant a warm place to sleep, a bath every once in a while, and all the food she could eat.

After her master left, she dozed in her bed for an hour or so, but her earlier nap and the good sleep she had the night before made it difficult to stay asleep. So she got up again and went back out to the balcony. Fresh air and sunshine were novelties to her. Her skin was pale from spending so long in someone's basement dungeon. She needed the vitamin D but she didn't want to get sunburned. She knew that would make any touch from her master painful--even the nice touches.

After a little bit of looking, she found a small tube of sunscreen in the corner, tossed behind one of the planters. There wasn't much left, but it was just enough. She applied it. Her skin soaked it up and she luxuriated in the softness it left behind. She sat on the deck (because pets didn't get chairs) and dedicated herself to memorizing the skyline view.

Millie came in from the balcony. Her skin was chillled slightly, but flushed from the exposure to the sun. Besides, the cell had been far colder. Inside was warm. She saw the reheated leftovers in her bowl and wondered if she had room to eat them. Her stomach was very small from the months and months of near-starvation. Still, it would ungrateful of her not to eat. She crept close to the bowl, watching her master's feet in case he decided to take another kick at her. She lowered her head to eat.

She nibbled on some of the steak--it was tough from the microwaving but it was a good cut from a quality cow (how did she know that?) and left the rest. Millie jumped when someone else came into the kitchen. All day, she had thought she was alone. The butler ignored her but she still didn't like him. She curled up in her bed and waited until the other man left.

Fear shot through her as they headed towards one of the closed doors. She hung back a little, afraid to resist but afraid to go forward. She didn't even know what was about to happen, so she couldn't beg for mercy yet.

This wasn't her first rodeo. Not by a long shot. After the preliminary pleading and tears, she folded up like a wilting lotus. She stopped fighting and just went limp. He owned her body, after all. That was the price for the food and the bed.

In her mind she went far far away. She thought about the skyline she had looked out on today. She imagined leaping off the balcony and flying to the edges of the world. Maybe if she was really good, she could make a deal with the angels and they'd take her away. She smiled slightly as she thought about flying. She'd be so high up that no one could hurt her again.

With these happy thoughts to sustain her, she let Sergei twist her limbs and shove her around and slam painfully into her. In the long run, it didn't matter.