It was a warm sunny day. Buzzing cicadas. Tom opened the curtains and the rays penetrated into the bedroom. She woke up first, feeling Tom saliva on her skin. For a while she got used to the weight of the head on her soft stomach. Every day, waking up (if she could fall asleep) her stomach was saturated with saliva. Margaret is used to it. After all, it was now part of her life.

Her muffled protests during the first months were not met by critics of Tom. The sharp tweaks of her nipple or nose with her fingers acted faster than any words. She was completely under Tom's control and humility meant simply less suffering.

Now she did not even try to speak, even when he took off the gag to feed her.

It all seemed so pointless now. No one tried to save her after so many months.

She especially remembered once, when people came to Tom's house to ask him a couple of questions. It was Monday, she remembered that, because Tom had left the radio on. He turned it on and went to cook dinner when they knocked on the door. Nobody went to visit Tom. She started screaming and tossing and turning. Tom looked through the peephole and saw two policemen. “Wait a minute!” He shouted and quickly went to the bedroom. Taking Margaret in his arms, he went to the closet where there was a basket with dirty laundry and put it there, buried in rags, and closed the door. Then he went to open the door to the police, trying to look as relaxed as possible.

"Hello. You could not help us. We are looking for the missing girl. She lived a few blocks away at the hotel, ”said the policeman. Another showed him a photo of a girl. She had brown eyes and brown hair, and she smiled.

"No, I don't think I ever saw her," said Tom. Margaret’s cries couldn’t reach political ears, but Margaret didn’t know about it. She heard their voices quite well, and the fact that she knew that she was so close to freedom made her even more desperate. She could not even knock the basket out of the closet. The gag closed her throat, preventing her from breathing properly, and she quickly exhaled.

“Are you sure?” Said the policeman, who also looked tired. "Yes," Tom answered simply. “I’ll definitely tell you if I see her somewhere,” said Tom and closed the door.

In addition, no one visited Tom. He spent the morning at work, and then returned at noon and stayed at home until the next morning. He usually left her on the bed while he was away, leaving, blindfolded her. Thus, even if she could move, she could not call for help. These four to five hours every day she went crazy. She lay, unable to see, her brain was her only interlocutor. And it was a bad companion. Her thoughts hurt her because they brought memories of the past. When Tom came back, he usually fed her the mixture, which he whipped in a mixer, which he made himself. It consisted of dog food and any remnants of his food. He beat all this in a mixer. He sometimes added sperm to the mix. In order to clean Margaret, Tom washed her. Sometimes he liked to take baths with his “pillow”.

She could not die starving. Because the tube for food passed deeply in the throat and she had no opportunity to push it out. She also could not inflict fatal injuries on herself. Tom carried all the sharp objects from the bedroom. Sometimes she wanted him to just get tired of having fun with her. She was no more important to him than a pillow. Just a piece of furniture, a thing. Just a pillow that hug to sleep on it.

When he was bored, he played with her, although she did not consider it as "games." He loved to torture her sensitive nipples. He pierced them with needles and watched her groan in pain. After several times he was bored and he added pins. Her clit, ears, inner thighs, shoulders were pierced. He looked into her eyes, begging for mercy.He saw that she was reaching the limit. But that was not all.

Many times he took a bath with her. He kept her under water to increase the time she could hold her breath. He enjoyed her wriggling. She improved the time under water, it was a good ability, which came in handy when he put her throat on the penis.

He loved her long brown hair, and therefore did not cut them off. He used them to position Margaret on the back of the bed or where she could slip. Once he tied them to a ceiling fan and watched her slowly spin in the air. It was so cute. Tom really enjoyed hugging his pillow on the couch in front of the TV. Her soft flawless skin and her warmth made him happy. He began to blindfold her. “Things can't watch TV,” he thought. However, Margaret enjoyed the sounds coming from the TV. They distracted her from everything that was happening and she became calm at such moments.