As I was sleeping I remember being briefly awoken by a needle being pushed into my side. I didn't have time to do anything before the needle was pulled away and I was left more tired than before. After a few seconds my eyes once again fluttered shut and I was asleep.

I didn't wake up again until the following morning. I was laying on a hard bed in a cold cell. The walls were made of stone, and the floor was cement. The one way in and out of the room was a single cell door that was placed on the opposite side of the room from the bed. The bed I was on was uncomfortable and the only thing I had to cover myself with was a thin sheet. The only things I had on were a collar around my neck, and handcuffs that were forcing my hands to stay behind my back. I started shivering because I was so cold.

I waited for what seemed like forever for some one to come down and take me away from the coldness. By the time a man came down with a small tray of food, I was miserable. He opened the door and closed it behind him.

"Sit up, slave." he commanded firmly. The man that was standing before me wasn't Josh. I didn't recognize him at all, but yet I was afraid not to obey him. I forced myself to sit up, even though my weak body was begging me to lay back down. He ripped the sheet, that was still partially covering me, away from my body. I whimpered in fear and cowered away from him slightly. "Master Josh is being very rewarding to a slave on her first day here by allowing her to eat a warm meal. You should be very grateful," he said as he set the tray of food on the floor. He grabbed my hair and pulled me onto the floor. Since my hands were still cuffed behind my back, I couldn't protect myself from the cold cement floor. I whimpered in pain, but forced myself to hold my tears in. "Eat up, slave!" he said coldly as he sat down on the bed where I had been laying.

"Can you please uncuff my hands so I can eat, Sir?" I asked quietly yet in a respective tone.

He only laughed at my request and said, "You better start eating before it gets cold. That's going to be the only source of warmth you have until Master Josh as you in his bed!" he laughed even harder after he finished talking.

Even though I was starving and I wanted to feel the warmth of the food inside of me, I refused to let him humilate me by making me eat like a dog. "I'm not hungry," I said quietly. He stopped laughing and stood up.

"Are you sure, slave? Master Josh might see this as an act of defiance. You wouldn't want him to sell you, would you?" he asked in a cocky tone, already knowing my answer.

Reluctantly, I manuvered myself so that my mouth was directly above my food. Then I quietly started to eat. Whatever it was it tasted horrible, but it was warm.

When I was finished he picked up my tray and said, "I'll be back to get you in a few hours. If you need anything there is a gaurd down the hall. Just call for him, and if your good he might give you what you want."

Then he left me alone once again.