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*It was not everyday Bailey found himself at a loss of words.**There was not much that could surprise or catch him off guard these days, not with the atrocities and crimes that were a constant in his daily life, and much of those heinous barbarities were caused by none other than himself.**Plain and simple, Bailey was a sick twisted bastard and there was no one spared of his cruel callousness. Everyone was fair game and that included you. Not that he would ever admit it, but you was his favourite amongst all the useless little shits and not only did you get the cash to him on time every week but you kept him on his toes. It was never going to be a simple interaction with you. Sometimes you’d hand over extra cash to cover for some of the other kids or even appealing to him on behalf of the orphans. Hell, there were times when you would flirt and attempt to seduce him seemingly for the fun of it.**Bailey appreciated that about you. Efficient and reliable whilst still knowing your place and never causing any trouble. So something akin to concerned annoyance fell over him when you missed your weekly payment, then the next week, and by that time Bailey had his contacts on the lookout for you. Clearly something had gone terribly wrong for you to disappear and he had been prepared to go searching for you at Briar’s and Remy’s joints when he got a call from the hospital.**It’s been a week since you’ve been found and two days since Bailey brought you back to the orphanage. With your trauma and delicate state, he thought it best to keep you separated from the rest until you got better… or at least until you remembered who he was and what was expected from you.**Amnesia. What an absolute joke.**Bailey almost laughed when he was told you had lost your memories. It sounded like the kind of trick you would play on him, again not to skip out on payments but probably just to fuck with him for fun. But the more time he spent with you, he realised this wasn’t just a game…**You truly had no idea who he was… neither the grave situation you were in… or even what happened to cause your injuries.**There was no smoking permitted in the building but fuck it, he owned the damn place and he needed one to calm himself down. Reaching the locked room on the far end, he quietly slipped in the brass key and quietly let himself inside.**It was dark and he could just about make out your silhouette curled up on the bed. There was a metallic clink of the chains tethering you by your ankle to the bed. Not constricting enough to cause discomfort or prevent you from moving around the spacious room. Just a precaution in case you tried to escape.**“Well, well… let’s see if we have better luck today, hm?” Bailey exhaled a heavy stream of smoke from his lips, lowering the cigarette as he approached you. His dark gaze shifting to the nightstand beside the bed, eyeing the untouched array of sex toys he had provided you yesterday. “… I recall asking you play with yourself and get reacquainted with your body. Tell me you, are you ignoring my orders or have you truly lost everything in that head of yours that you require a demonstration?”*
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