Chapter Five.

In the following two weeks, Maggie had three visits from Myles. He continued to play the "daddy" who had to punish her for being naughty. In her third week of captivity, Myles came to see her again. She was taken up to the room where they always met, and when he walked in, he sat next to her on the bed.

"From now on, I want you to be my little whore, and I'll be your master. What that means is that I'm going to teach you to do different things that I like. In return, I'll do things that make you feel good too. You understand?" he asked. But he didn't wait for an answer.

That night, Myles taught Maggie how to give him a blow job. When he had finished, she spit out his cum, and he slapped her hard across the face.

"There you go being naughty again. When a man cums in your mouth, the only decent thing to do is swallow it. Do you understand?" he said sternly.

"Yes," she replied, no longer feeling like a human being.

"Good, my little whore. Now, show your master some loving..."

When Myles was done having sex with Maggie, she pulled the sheet up to her chin.

"Master, if I'm a really good girl, will you let me go home?" she asked hopefully.

"Ha! You are home. I suggest you get that idea out of your head real quick or it'll make your time here much harder," he explained as he lit a cigarette. After a couple of drags on his smoke, he threw it to the floor and let it burn. "Now, go on and get dressed."

Myles dressed. Before leaving, he looked back at the beautiful young child. "I'll be busy the next few weeks and won't be able to come and see you," he said.

A feeling of pure ecstasy shot though Maggie's body. She was delighted at the thought of being left alone for a couple of weeks. Not having to be subjected to unwanted sex was a great relief. Myles grabbed the doorknob and turned back one more time.

"While I'm away, I have some very special clients that want to visit you. Now, you remember the things that I taught you and be certain to make all of your clients very happy."

As he closed the door behind him, a single tear fell from Maggie's chin. She was far more educated about sex than she'd been when she arrived. She now knew some of the things that would be expected of her. Maggie was coming to accept that she would have to do things she hated in order to survive.

Then her first real client taught her things that would change the person that she was to become.

Chapter Six.

Three days later, John William entered Maggie's cell carrying a dress.

"You have a client tonight. He's paying a lot of money, and you need to look good. I'm gonna take you to the shower so that you can clean up."

Maggie grabbed Seth's hand, and they followed John William into the hallway. Cali stood at her cell door and reached for Seth. He was going to stay with her while Maggie took a shower.

Seth yelled, "I want to go with Aggie." But he stopped whining abruptly when John William turned and scowled at him.

"I'll be right back," Maggie said soothingly.

Then Maggie looked up at Cali, who could see that the girl was troubled, and it struck her that Maggie had never been alone with John William outside of the cellblock-and she'd never been in the shower without the other kids.

"Um, John William," Cali started slowly, "would you like me to come with you so I can fix her hair and put her makeup on?"

John William pretended to consider it; he loved mind-fucking the kids. "Nah, don't worry. I'll take good care of her. When she comes back, you can fix her up."

Maggie followed John William into the shower room, where he told her to strip. She quickly obeyed and started for the closest shower.

"Hold on there a minute. Come over here and let me take a closer look at you," John William said in a creepy tone.

Maggie's legs were shaking as she walked over and stood before him. He spun her around so that he could take in every inch of her. Then he reached down and rubbed his large hand between her legs. "Make sure you wash that stink bucket real good. You got a real meat lover coming in tonight," he said, tormenting her, as he pushed her toward the shower.

Relieved that he didn't do anything else to her, Maggie ran under the closest shower head. John William watched as she scrubbed her whole body and finally washed her hair. When Maggie was finished, she walked over to the hook where her towel was hanging. John William was standing next to it, and as she grew closer, he gave her a wicked grin.

"Someday, I'll tap that ass, girl. I'm working myself up to it. But you can be certain that I'll get a piece of that," John William said, cupping her ass with his oversized, hideous, apelike hands.

Maggie shrank away from the horrific, foul man. John William was ugly inside and out, and she knew that she'd hate every filthy, vile inch of him for the rest of her life.

Late that night, when her cell door opened, Maggie stood and quietly walked with John William. Her long black hair fell softly around her tiny shoulders and her magnificent ocean blue eyes popped with the black mascara that Cali had applied for her.

When she entered the client's room, soft music played, and candles burned on the nightstands on either side of the bed. She quickly settled herself on the edge of the mattress. She sat alone, listening to the music, until the door opened, and a man in his mid-thirties entered the room. He was short and lean. He wore a neatly trimmed beard and mustache. His black suit was meticulously pressed, and he walked toward her with grace. "Hello, I'm Dr. Barnes. I'm here to teach you about the human body," he announced.

Dr. Barnes, who wasn't a real doctor but rather, a self-proclaimed home-remedy expert, loved nothing more than to flaunt his knowledge. Medicine and the human body had been his obsessions since he was a teenager. He spent hours at the library reading medical journals and books on self-healing.

Maggie sat perfectly still. She didn't utter a word and despised the feeling that Dr. Barnes gave her. Then he walked over and asked her to stand. He unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. Maggie stood in her underwear, and he examined her skin as if expecting to find something wrong. When he was satisfied that she was healthy, he told her to remove the rest of her clothes.

For the remainder of their time together, he explained the differences between the male and female body parts, using both of their bodies as teaching aids. He boasted about the number of books he'd read. "They know me by name at the library. I get the utmost respect when I go there."

Two hours later, when he was finished having sex with her, he left her lying on the bed.

When he was ready to leave, Maggie spoke. "Dr. Barnes?"

"Yes?" he answered, turning back to her.

"If you ever come back here again, will you bring me some books to read? I love to read, and there aren't any books for us here," she explained timidly.

Dr. Barnes smiled. "Of course, my darling. How about if I bring you a new book each time I come to visit? Would that make you happy?"

"Yes," Maggie answered.

Then she thought: what would make her really happy would be if they all died. But for now, she'd take the books. That night, she remembered what her parents had taught her: learning as much as possible would make her capable of doing anything. Obtaining knowledge would be her new goal. Besides, someday when she went back to her family, she wanted them to be proud of her for something.

Chapter Seven.

Over the next several months, Maggie was sold only to high-paying clients. Myles still came to see her at least once a week, and he was on his high horse about "teaching her things." All of the things that Myles taught her were dehumanizing. She quickly realized that it was all just a sick game, and she was a pawn.

Dr. Barnes also visited her regularly and kept his promise to bring books to her. When he gave Maggie the first book, John William took it away. The next time he bought Maggie for the evening, Dr. Barnes asked if she had finished reading the first book. Maggie explained that she wasn't allowed to keep it.

Dr. Barnes was infuriated and called Myles. "I'm bringing Maggie books to make her smarter and more desirable to me and to your other clients. There's no bigger turn-on than a chick with fucking brains in her head. If you want me to keep coming back week after week and paying you all this money, then you better tell that fucking imbecile, John William, to let her read the books I bring to her."

From then on, Maggie was allowed to keep all of the books that Dr. Barnes brought for her. Some of the books were young adult novels, and others were educational. She especially loved the books that taught her something. Each week, after Dr. Barnes was finished having sex with Maggie, they would sit on the bed and talk about what she had learned from reading. Her ability to retain information was remarkable. With each book she finished, Maggie felt like she was becoming more powerful.

Life at the prison was unbearable for all of the children. None of them were actually living; rather, they existed as toys for the wicked. Unlike the others, Maggie now had something to distract her when she was alone.

Over time, Shana withdrew. She was being trafficked to the cartel's most sicko clients. She got all of the clients who were into sadism and derived their sexual gratification from the pain and cruelty that they subjected her to. She became more reclusive, and nothing the others tried to do to nurture her worked.

Myles protected Maggie, but the others all had to endure an occasional thumping by malicious clients. But because of Shana's youth and beauty, the demented seemed to be lining up to get time with her. Shana still blamed Maggie for stealing Myles from her. Secretly, John William had planted that idea in her head. He told Shana that Maggie had deliberately set out to make her suffer. He said that Maggie had "come on" to Myles to keep her sorry ass safe.

"I was there, and I saw it," John William said. "She was flirting with him. She kept telling him that she was so much prettier than you, which we all know is true. Maggie is the reason that you're getting your filthy little ass whooped. Don't forget that, you raunchy dirt ball."

John William thrived on his supremacy over the defenseless kids, and the more psychological turmoil he caused, the greater his domination.

Shana was livid to learn that Maggie had set out to harm her intentionally. She never considered that John William was lying, and she couldn't feel anything but hatred for the other girl. She wished that Maggie would die and took every opportunity to express her loathing. One afternoon, Shana stormed into Maggie's cell.

"So, you think you're hot shit, huh? Well, you're not," Shana yelled and punched Maggie squarely in the nose. Then she bent down to where Maggie lay on the dirt floor. "You're going to tell Myles that you hate him and don't want to see him anymore. You understand me? You should have to be with these fucking freaks, not me!" Shana fumed.

Maggie looked up at her with blood dripping from her nose and cried, "I didn't do anything to you, Shana. Why are you always so mean? Why don't you just leave me alone?"

Shana yelled back, "You heard what I just said. If you don't tell Myles that you hate him, I swear to God I will fuckin' kill you. You're such an idiot. You're always talking about going home and getting out of here. Well, here's a wake-up call: you're never leaving! They don't let us go! They keep us and use us up until we die. This is your life now, you bitch!"

Cali heard the commotion and rushed into Maggie's cell. "What the hell is going on? Oh my God, what did you do to her, Shana?" she asked when she saw blood streaming from Maggie's nose.

"That's just a taste of what I'll do to her if she doesn't get Myles to take me back," Shana shot back at Cali.

"What are you talking about, Shana?" Cali asked, shocked.

"She stole him from me, and now I'm stuck with all these crazy-ass pricks that get their rocks off by hurting me. It's all her fault, and I hate her! I hope she dies," Shana bawled.

"Stop it! You're just making things worse, Shana," Cali said.

"I'll stop it when you stop letting her think that someday she's going home. You know that none of us are getting out of here alive. But you never tell her that. You just keep leading her on so she thinks everything will be OK. Well it ain't gonna be OK," she screamed, directing her words at Maggie.

That night, having overheard the girls screaming, John William purposely sold Shana to the lowest bidder to stir the shit pot a little more. Shana was given to an ex-con, with the words "Born To Raise Hell" tattooed on his forearm. When he entered the room, his contemptuous demeanor instantly terrified Shana. The man's bloated body and ash-white, pockmarked face repulsed her. He approached Shana, placed a dog collar around her neck, and dragged her around the room by the leash as she struggled to keep up with him and avoid choking to death. His treatment of her quickly deteriorated and, that night, two floors above where the children sat quietly in their cells, Shana was brutally raped and tortured. Each time she yelled in pain, he picked up his pocketknife and cut her tongue.

When John William brought Shana back in the middle of the night, he woke Cali and told her to tend to the girl. Cali started to shake when she saw Shana's condition. Maggie heard Cali telling John William in a panicked voice that she didn't know what to do for her. The bruises would heal, but there was so much blood coming from Shana's mouth that Cali feared she was bleeding to death.

Chapter Eight.

"John William," Maggie yelled from the opening in her door, "let me out so I can help Shana."

"Shut the hell up and go to sleep, you little whore," John William yelled back to her.

Then, after several moments, he considered that if Myles found out that he had let the lowest bidder take Shana just to prolong the fighting between the kids, Myles might kill him. John William reluctantly went over to Maggie's cell and opened the door, not because he was letting the bitch tell him what to do, but to cover his tracks with Myles.

Maggie rushed into Shana's cell. She gasped when she saw the bruises on Shana's arms and legs. Shana looked as if someone had tossed her into a clothes dryer with large rocks. Gathering herself, she pushed forward to where Shana lay on her cot.

"She's bleeding from her mouth," Cali said in low voice.

"OK, Shana. Open your mouth. I need to take a look at what's wrong," Maggie urged.

When she did, her tongue was swollen to twice its normal size. Maggie turned to John William and said, "I need you to get a bowl of clean water and a couple towels."

John William left the three girls in the cell and locked the door behind him. He returned a few minutes later with the items that Maggie requested. She soaked one of the small towels in water and gingerly began to clean Shana's tongue. But as she wiped, the cuts kept bleeding. Maggie was able to see many slashes on Shana's tongue.

"OK, John William, you have to bring me a small glass, baking soda, and salt-right now!" Maggie ordered.

John William's angry eyes bored into Maggie.

"I'm sorry, John William. Please, can you bring me the stuff I need?" she managed.

When he returned with the three items, the first thing Maggie did was mix a palm full of salt into the glass of water. She looked at Cali and then over at Shana, who was only partly coherent. "Shana, I'm going to hold the glass so that you can take this salt water into your mouth. I don't want you to swallow it. Just hold it in there for as long as you can and then spit it out."

Shana gave her a slight nod.

Maggie moved closer. "It might burn. I don't know. But it's going to help."

Maggie helped Shana take in small amounts of the salt water until the glass was empty. Then she made a thin paste of baking soda and water. "OK, Shana. I need you to open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue as far as you can."

Maggie scooped the thin, white paste out of the glass with her small finger and covered Shana's tongue with it. Then she stood and turned to Cali. "That's all we can do for now. We need to make her gargle with salt water and put this paste on her tongue every hour or two."

Then Maggie looked at John William. "We need to sleep in here with Shana to put this paste on her tongue. It's really swollen, and I'm scared something bad will happen to her when she's sleeping."

John William left the cell without saying another word and locked the door behind him.

Cali watched Maggie for a minute. "How did you know what to do, Mags?" she asked, using the pet name that she came up with the week before.