She was in a narrow room whose only small window was placed near the ceiling, letting in a faint, pale daylight.
Sara was tied to the bed by her wrists and ankles. Her mouth was still covered with silver duct tape. No matter how much she struggled, trying to break free, she couldn't.
The frustration was unbearable, but she couldn't even scream, as every cry died in her throat due to the tape sealing her mouth.
From time to time, a nurse would come in to inject her with vitamins and drugs to prevent dehydration.
Sara had no idea how long she had been there; all she knew was that she was beginning to lose her mind from the overwhelming sense of despair. But at a certain moment, Katty, the director, entered. Her gaze seemed to pierce through her and strip her bare. She began to caress Sara's inner thighs with sensual interest.
She moistened her lips with her tongue as she let her hand rest over Sara's most intimate area, caressing it with growing intensity.
"You really are appetizing… little maiden," the redhead said, drawing out her words. "I'd love to keep you just for myself, but the agency has high financial hopes for you."
Sara was breathing heavily, still crying from the sheer terror of the situation. Katty pulled down her pants and fastened a chastity belt with two padlocks that opened and closed with a single key—one that only the redhead would keep.
Then she pulled her pants back up and said:
"All set, beautiful maiden. From this moment on, if you wish to satisfy your physical needs, you'll have to earn it through obedience."
Katty left, and a guard came in to free her, allowing her to sit up and get out of bed. The chastity belt was extremely uncomfortable, but there was nothing she could do to avoid wearing it.
She was led out of the cell and taken to a shower, where she had to bathe with the belt still on. Then, without getting dressed, she was forced to take her first lesson: walking with feminine sensuality. Every mistake meant starting over again, while the guard recorded everything in a notebook. Only after completing that could she dress and go to another room for theoretical classes on how to be the perfect maiden.
Of course, she had to endure everything in silence. When she felt the urge to relieve herself, the desperation intensified, twisting her stomach with pain. But she wasn't allowed to say a word.
When she finally broke down from sheer frustration, she was whipped across the back. That night, Katty refused to remove the chastity belt, citing Sara's failures during the day.
Classes continued, as did the punishments and torture. There were days when she was locked back in the cell, tied to the bed, enduring unwanted touching from Katty and the guards, who claimed that every maiden must get used to being touched that way.
After two weeks, the redhead removed the chastity belt but used it as a threat to break her will. Sara resisted everything they tried to teach her—her personality clashed violently with their methods, and that caused her severe consequences.
"I'll never do what they say! I won't accept it!" Sara roared at those who told her how she was supposed to prostitute herself.
Two guards grabbed her and dragged her into the "heat room," where she was chained to a table with thick shackles around her wrists and ankles. The room got its name from being connected to large ovens designed to keep the temperature oppressively high.
She was kept there for a week, only receiving a bit of moisture on her lips from time to time.
Sara's breathing was ragged; she was sweating from every pore of her body and barely conscious. A metallic voice echoed through the room constantly:
You are a maiden, not a person. You are not the owner of your life. You must be quiet, obedient, sensual, submissive, loyal to your husband, faithful to your master. You may not speak unless your master allows it…
"Damn it… no… I won't do those things… no… NEVER!" she screamed.
Quiet, obedient, sensual, submissive, loyal…
"No… never… no…"
You are not the owner of your life because you belong to your man, your husband. Obedient, quiet, and submissive.
By the time her punishment ended, Sara was unconscious and severely dehydrated. She was returned to her cell, tied to the bed, and treated by a doctor to help her recover.
The words that the mechanical voice had repeated throughout her confinement echoed in her mind, but she kept resisting, whispering even while unconscious:
"No… it's not true… I'll never be like that… I won't become that…"