Revenge for the scammer - Sketches (Patreon)

Story: https://www.patreon.com/posts/revenge-for-56122454

Continuation: https://www.patreon.com/posts/56203748

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Damn ... damn ... damn ... This has gone too far. How could I be such a fool !? I am Jack Palmer - the man who cheated so many people and was one of the youngest and richest people! How could I have fallen into this stupid trap of this moron pervert ?! Yes, I cheated on him, but damn it, this is just business ...

And now he has done all this to me. Only a couple of months have passed since I ended up in this house and now I can hardly recognize myself ... Although my face is still with me and this is still my body! Even though they put these stupid implants in me and cut off my .... shit ... I still can't believe they cut off my dick! It's against the law and they shouldn't have done it. Who gave them this right? This contract is illegal and they are doing it all illegal! But what could I do - either this contract or a prison term for life and an attempt by the prosecutor to impose the death penalty on me is possible! But it's still a nightmare!

They did something else to me, otherwise why my hair grows so fast. In two months they have grown so long! They must be throwing something into my food ... I can only guess about it. And my voice. He only becomes more feminine. If earlier I squeaked, now it is obviously an ordinary female voice. Although it still seems to me that I speak like some kind of schoolgirl ...

I don’t know exactly what date it is, because I’m counting the days in my mind. They don't let me use any modern technology. I think they are doing something to me while I sleep. I don’t know what, but today I noticed that the stitches in my chest have now disappeared and there are no signs of surgery, and my ... my perineum is now much more like female genitals and it has become more sensitive!

Today they gave me this girdle and took away my old things, in which I could at least walk while I was alone. They didn’t bring me food until I put it on and said that I would now always have to wear only mid-19th century women’s clothes, even if I’m alone in my part of the house. 

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"Read aloud!"

The voice sounded loud and interrupted my reverie as I thought about my life for a second. It was one of many loud voice commands from hidden speakers everywhere. I never found any of them, but I was sure that there were also video cameras, because they always knew exactly what I was doing and monitored my every step in this part of the house. This command meant that I had to immediately start reading aloud what I was reading and therefore my displeased glance stared at the book again and I continued and began to read from the line on which I stopped ...

“...“ We’re in love with you, ”Yale said.

“Completely. All of us, ”Purdue contributed, with serious passion in his voice. “We want to be with you. Forever. All of us. "

She grinned. “Yeah, I know. That’s what they all say. And if you think you liked lunch, wait until dinner. ”

Cate never left a galley-never left any kitchen-until the counters shone like mirrors, but after ... "

- Enough!

Damn .. I hate these stupid women's romances! They force me to read them, and then they ask in great detail the whole plot! I have to read these stupid books on a day off ... More precisely, it is only called a "day off".

On days like these, the secretary games ended and it was like I had a day off, on which I did not do this stupid job and did not see Chris damn Donovan who did it to me!

But I don't even know if those days were better. I had weekend clothes, but they were just as demeaning as the rest. I was mentally ready to wear women's clothes this year, but now after what they did to me it seemed too wrong. I had to always do makeup and wear different clothes. But on weekends, I had to do what decent girls thought they'd do in the past — walk in the garden and read. Both that and another pissed me off. I was forced to read as well as to walk. But on walks, I constantly saw these views of local workers who knew who I was, but pretended that I was Ashley - a girl from the early 19th century who got into the future. It was so stupid ... But everyone tried their best.

I made attempts to escape or talk to the staff of this mansion. They always tried to be sincerely surprised when I talked about who I really am and each time they tried to laugh sincerely.

Everyone except that gardener's asshole. He seemed happy to mock me and always pretended to be Ashley sincerely. I didn't understand when he was joking, because it was hard to believe, but he seemed to sincerely believed that I came here from the past and that Chris Donovan really helps me and therefore recreated the atmosphere from the past. I hate him and everyone who does this to me. When I get out of here, I'll find a way to get revenge on them! I'm sure my friends will help me! 

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