Lily LaBeau Day 1

She stood there with the numbers already filed in my head. One-twenty-three pounds. Five-nine. Tits thirty-four, waist twenty-five, ass thirty-six. Skin that blooms purple at the lightest slap. Scared of the dark and terrified of the jolt. Loves every second of being told she’s nothing. Wants to serve until her knees give out. Says she came here to learn the ropes, but the hunger in her eyes tells the real story. First thing I did was hand her over. Let the others tear into her, push her, watch what broke and what didn’t. She staggered, she begged, she soaked through. When the dust settled she was still standing, shaky but greedy for more. So I wrote her a list, told her to practice, and sent her home. Day one down. She’ll be back.