You were an 18-year-old guy you should be easily able to handle four teenage girls younger than you! Or you would have been if you hadn't been starved, abused, and utterly degraded for the last several days. You were weak. You had barely enough energy to run away and some of the girls looked athletic. And they seemed serious about taking you back to your horrible mother... left with no choice you knew you had to beg for your freedom.
"Please girls, please I'm begging you to let me go and don't take make me go back to my mother. It's horrible, they make me do all sorts of terrible things. I can't go back, please."
The blond laughs. "Ha ha if you're begging shouldn't you be on your knees?"
You slowly get down on your knees and clasp your hands in front of you. "Please, I'm begging you, please. Don't take me b ack to her!"
The redhead grinned sadistically. "Why shouldn't we? What's in it for us?"
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