Kendall had grown up in the slums, surrounded by poverty and violence. Her parents had died when she was young, leaving her to fend for herself on the streets. She had learned to be tough, to survive in a world where she was constantly preyed upon by those with power and money.

  But nothing could have prepared her for what happened.

  One day, as she was sorting through the garbage for her job assigned by the local brothel, she was grabbed from behind and dragged into a van. Before she could even scream, a cloth was placed over her mouth and she passed out.

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  When she woke up, she found herself in a dark cell on a remote island. She was surrounded by other young girls, all of them terrified and confused. It didn't take long for Kendall to realize that they had been kidnapped and brought to this island against their will.

  She seemed to be one of the oldest girls there. But what was the most horrifying part came later when the master of the house greeted the newcomers.

  She was subsequently named Thursday. The Master had admired her enormous chest and applauded the new ‘companion’ for motorboat Thursday’s.

  When she muttered out loud as usual, Kendall had earned herself a smack across the face.