I don’t remember the night we arrived here.
My s****r and I have always been close. Most people say twins have a special connection, and I’ve got to admit it’s held true. When she’s in pain, I can feel it, almost like a nagging feeling in the back of my head. She always knows when I’m upset and she knows exactly what to say to make it better. We’re identical, too—both of us are 5 foot 4 with long red hair and sparkling green eyes. I think she’s the prettier one, but nobody can tell us apart except by our choice in clothing.
When we had a choice, anyway.
We must have been d**gged at that party, because the last thing I remember was doing shots with my s****r. We were out to celebrate our 20th birthday, so we went to a club that we knew wouldn’t ID us. Emily was wearing a halter dress with a low cut back and black high heels; I wore a tube top that exposed my tummy and some dark washed tight black jeans. We looked good and we knew it. Before we knew it, people were buying us drinks and challenging us to do body shots. Usually Em took the shots off me, but once she got a little tipsy it didn’t take much for her to lift her dress and expose her little black panties to the world while I took a shot off her stomach. We were having a great time.
But I don’t remember leaving. The next thing I knew, I woke up next to Emily in a big plush bed in a room I didn’t recognize. Emily was next to me, looking a little ruffled, wearing clothing I’d never seen before. I looked down and found that I was wearing the same thing as my s****r, but differently colored; we both wore short skirts and tank tops. My clothing was black, while my s****r was dressed in blue. I wondered where we were and who had dressed us. Emily was still asl**p, so I decided to wander around.
There were two doors to the room, along with one window that seemed to have metal bars on the outside. One of the doors seemed to be locked from the outside. I couldn’t get it open no matter how hard I tried. The second door led into a dingy bathroom with only a dirty light bulb to light the room. There was a cracked mirror, a toilet that desperately needed cleaning, and a tiny shower. I heard a noise behind me and turned around to see Emily waking up.
“Arielle… What happened?” she murmured, putting a hand to her forehead. “The hell are we? And what are you wearing?”
“No idea, no idea, aaand no idea. That door’s locked and this is a really gross bathroom.”
Emily wrinkled her nose and looked around. “At least the bed is comfortable, I guess,” she answered with a sigh. “So now what?” I shrugged and went to sit beside her on the bed. I leaned my head on her shoulder and sat there thinking for a while. I heard a sound on the other end of the locked door which made both of us jump, and then it swung open.
“Oh look, you’re awake,” said the newcomer. He was older than us, maybe around 40. His eyes were blue and cold looking and he had deep frown lines on his face. He seemed to be taller than 6 feet and his body was toned. When he crossed his arms I felt a shiver run down my spine.
“Here’s how it’s going to work around here. First of all, my name is Adam. You may call me Sir. Second of all, you will do what I say in order to earn rights and privileges. Nothing is for granted. If you don’t listen, you lose things. Food, clothing, showers, company of other people… All are things you can earn or lose. We’ll start with food or undergarments. Your choice. Third of all… I wouldn’t try to escape if I were you. Even if you found a way out of this room, you wouldn’t get much farther. I promise. Now what are your names?”
Emily and I looked at each other nervously. “I’m Arielle… She’s Emily,” I replied after an uncomfortable silence. Adam raised his eyebrow as if waiting for something. I looked over to Emily, who seemed to be as confused as I was.
“Since it’s your first day, I’ll let it slide. You forgot to address me,” he chastised. “Now, let’s try that again.”
“I’m Arielle… Sir…” I replied softly. “And she’s Emily…”
“That’s much better,” he answered approvingly. “You two are off to a great start. It isn’t too hard to earn around here… You’ve already earned something. Which would you like?”
“Dinner,” we replied in unison. My stomach was grumbling and I realized I had no idea what time it was or when we had last eaten.
“Uh… Sir? What day is it? And what time?”
“It’s dinner time, soon. The day doesn’t matter. Eventually you will gain the privilege of having a clock in here, if you choose it. Right now, don’t worry about it.”
With that, Adam turned and left. Some time passed and the door swung open again, this time revealing a woman with a tight bun in her chestnut hair. She seemed to be in her late 20s or early 30s, and there was a scar on her cheek. This woman wore a skin-tight dress and high heels, and in her hands were two bags.
“This is your dinner tonight,” she said in a voice as soft as velvet. “Eat it all, you’re going to need your strength. Sir has never had twins here before… And he has plans for you two. Make sure you do not deny him. He can be quite harsh in his punishments. Sometimes he makes me punish the new ones… And my punishments are far worse. Take my warning, girls.” She set the bags down on the floor and left.

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