Date: Wed, 13 Sep 2006 12:57:22 +0200 (CEST)
From: lo75014@yahoo.fr
Subject: My new friends - Part 2

In the evening, Steve and Mike joined us as Hakim's parents were away for
the week-end and we had a few more beers. At one point we were talking
about one of these lowlife fags at school that we had beaten in the
morning, and wondering what we would torment him if he kept being late on
his weekly payment, and I said "Hey, guys, guess what Hakim said ! The
motherfucker told me I should be his bitch to thank him for saving my ass
at the sportswear store". "Well, Steve replied, he's right. It would be
fair if you were his bitch, at least for 24 hours" and Hakim said "Don't
worry bitch, I won't make you do any sick shit ! I swear, in the end you'll
thank me for being such a good master"

I replied, a bit louder : "No way you're gonna be my fucking master, you
freak !" and started throwing popcorn at him, still thinking this was just
a game. But Hakim, who was much stronger than me (well, the three of them
were much stronger than me), pushed me to the ground with just his right
hand, held me there by planting his foot on my back and yelled : "Don't
ever talk to me like that, you bastard, and don't throw food on my parents'
carpet, you fucking moron ! " he slapped me twice "Say you're sorry" - "I'm
sorry", I said with a feeble voice. "Sorry who ?" - "Sorry, master" - "Now
clean your mess, bitch" He threw away my baseball cap and added "and don't
wear your hat in front of your master".

I was really impressed, and felt guilty for putting popcorn on the carpet
(although we did it all the time), so I just accepted to clean, even if it
sounded like my first bitch assignment. I tried to get up, but Hakim's foot
pinned me to the floor and he asked "what do you think you're doing, bitch
?" - "getting the vacuum cleaner ?" - "no, it's gonna make noise and we
won't hear the music. Just stay on your hands and knees and gather the
crumbs with your hands"

So I did it, and it took a while as they had purposely crushed the popcorn
on the floor. I was used to the fact that we had very tough competitive
relationships inside our group, but this was going a bit far. Meanwhile, my
friends kept talking, as if I wasn't there : "Well, Hakim, it seems your
new bitch is quite a smartass" - "Don't worry Steve, I'll show her who's
her boss" - "What about us, can we borrow your bitch later ?" - "sure,
Mike, we have her until tomorrow evening, that's enough for the three of
us" (I was a bit disappointed as I thought Mike would support me) - "Come
on guys, you're not actually gonna keep playing this sick game ?" - "Shut
up, cinderella, just finish your cleaning !" - "Ha ha ha !"

When I was done with that, I hoped it was over and resumed my seat, but
Steve kicked me out of the couch and told me to get him some beer and order
some pizzas. I knew I wouldn't get any rest as long as I didn't do it, so I
obeyed, and then came back and was "allowed" to sit on the floor at their
feet, and the conversation continued normally.

When the door rang, Hakim kicked me to the head and told me to "open the
door, bitch". I tried to ask them for money, but of course I had to pay for
all the pizzas myself. While I was paying the pizza guy, Hakim shouted from
inside "What's taking you so long, bitch ? Bring us those fucking pizzas
!". I tried to make it look like a joke to the pizza guy and replied "I'll
stick them up your ass, motherfucker", but Hakim yelled "Won't you ever
learn your lesson, bitch ? Last time you talked to me that way, I slapped
your faggot face so hard you almost cried, then you apologized and called
me your master !" I turned back to answer, but Hakim came to me, punched my
stomach and held my head tightly under his armpit, then said to the pizza
guy (who was trying to pretend he hadn"t noticed my humiliation) "I'm
sorry, he can be such a disobedient prick sometimes. Bitch, give that man
his money" I gave him, and after the door was shut the pizza guy, before
leaving, could hear Steve shout "Now I guess we should punish the bitch for
real this time !"