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 There comes a point in the lifecycle of an abduction where you start to
think about the "long game".  In other words, what are you going to do with
her when you're finished with her?

   Some men of my acquaintance just kill them and fling them away.  To me
that just attracts too much attention.

   Far better, I think, to get them hooked on drugs and pimp them out for a
while, before selling them on to someone who really knows how to put a girl
to work.  There's nothing more invisible than just another crack-whore in
the city.

   I'm pretty much at that stage at the moment.  A month in my cellar and
there isn't anything surprising coming from Manuella.  I think she's pretty
well broken now, and our sessions aren't half as much fun as when she was
scared and traumatised by my treatment of her.  She's come to expect it and
just stares at the floor and waits for me to run out of energy or
inspiration.

   Plus, her health is suffering.  Being the target of my recreational
torture for weeks on end has taken its toll.  In the porn films, the
starlet will take all kinds of treatment but her hair is still glossy, her
nails manicured and her energy levels undimmed.  In reality, a weekend's
camping holiday will make a woman look like shit, never mind a month of
daily pain, short rations and long periods chained to a wall in various
uncomfortable (but oh so tempting) positions.

   Manuella needs to get out more, or she'll just rot and die here.

   My mate Steve is a low-level drug dealer, who also enjoys a bit of
non-consensual anal.  He's had a piece of Manuella in the early days when
she was still entertainingly outraged by that kind of treatment.  I call
him up and tell him he can have a repeat in return for getting her properly
addicted to heroin.  I also promise him a cut of her future earnings.  He
readily agrees and the three of us spend a very interesting evening in the
cellar.  Steve fucks her over a wooden bench, while I get something of a
thrill from injecting her with the heroin.  It's a real feeling of power,
knowing that when you press down on the syringe, you are giving her pain
and pleasure beyond anything you can inflict with rope and leather.

   Steve leaves enough drugs for the next few days of increasing doses and
advises that afterwards we stop giving her anything for a day, just to see
if the addiction has properly taken hold.

   Can't wait to see what she'll do for another fix.