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When Scott invited him over to watch the game with the guys Matt didnt expect anything out of the ordinary, but Scott has a little surprise for his guests, that he keeps under a table in his apartment. Her name used to be Elizabeth, but now itsMoreWhen Scott invited him over to watch the game with the guys Matt didnt expect anything out of the ordinary, but Scott has a little surprise for his guests, that he keeps under a table in his apartment. Her name used to be Elizabeth, but now its just, bitch, and her use is much more disturbing for a nice guy like Matt than her living conditions under the table.Warning - this book contains graphic descriptions of coerced, sexual acts as well as oral sex and voluntary human slavery.Excerpt:“Man, a ton of pizza, a ton of beer, a good game, good friends it just can’t get any better than this,” said Mark helping himself to a slice of pizza.“Maybe if we had some girls here,” laughed Peter as he cracked the top on his third beer.“Yeah, that would make it better wouldn’t it,” said Scott getting up from his chair as walking to the back of the living room. “You know I’m starting to feel like everybody’s contributing something to the party but me.”“It’s your place and your t.v.,” said Matt.“Yeah, but that’s sort of immaterial. I mean I invited you guys here so it’s my duty as a host to provide everything you need to have a good time, but I forgot beer, I forgot pizza -”“Hey man, you provided a big-ass t.v. and chips,” said David.“Yeah, but chips aren’t enough,” said Scott as he stood in front of a desk that was covered with an elaborate, black, table cloth that reached all the way to the floor. “I mean I invited you over so if you’re going to share your beer and pizza with me at the very least I should share my bitch with you,” he said as he lifted up the table cloth revealing a naked, college-aged girl, with shiny, metal, cuffs on her wrists and ankles and a thick, black collar around her neck, crouching underneath.Matt dropped his slice of pizza in his lap, Peter sprayed beer out all over the coffee table and both Mark and David’s jaws hung open. “Who’s that?” said Matt still oblivious to the fact that a hot slice of pizza was on his crotch.“This is my bitch,” said Scott.“Why’s she under the table?” asked Peter as he wiped off the coffee table with a napkin.“That’s where I keep her,” said Scott.“Why’s she naked?” asked Mark.“That’s how I keep her. She only wears clothes when she goes outside,” said Scott. “Come on out bitch,” he said grabbing her by the collar and pulling her out from under the table. He walked back to the chair pulling her behind him. The chain on her leg cuffs wasn’t long enough to allow her to walk normally so she had to hobble.