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Chapter 7: Home Enough

There are three sorts of living arrangements inside Pandora’s Box. There are two-bed, one-bed, and apartment housing options, though to say that they are “options” ignores, somewhat, the nature of being a slave. Innu showed me her one-bed apartment, a cozy little space with a bedroom, a private bathroom, and a living space with a mini-kitchen. She also said she doesn’t use the mini-kitchen much.

    The apartments are bigger and more customizable, but they aren’t for slaves. The apartments are reserved for owners, like Pandora or the doctor who performed my physical exam. A slave might have a room set aside in an owner’s apartment, but that would generally be reserved for one like Innu, who is loyal and eager, and whom Pandora cares for deeply.

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Chapter 6: The Grand Tour – Part 2

Sex. Sex sells. We all know it. So I wasn’t the least bit surprised, once I’d found out this was a slavers’ ring, that they trained sex slaves. In fact, I was a little bit excited. It turns out that they will force all of the sex slaves to receive training to act bisexual, whether they are or not. Other than that, there’s hardly anything enforced by Pandora that is particularly deviant.

She requires us to understand the male and female anatomy so we can pleasure both with our hands, our tongue, our lips, and the basic, mainstream toys like dildos and vibrators. We’re also taught how to kiss, and how to interpret what our partner wants. When I first walked into the sex room, I was nervous, yes, but also deeply thrilled and excited.

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Chapter 5: The Grand Tour – Part 1

In this age, slave labor is apparently used in many industries and fields. It’s not usually free, though it is cheaper than legal wages in most of the developed world, and one of the reasons that facilities like Pandora’s Box haven’t really cropped up in Africa and southeast Asia. Basically, if people can engage in slavery in the open, there’s no need for a place like this.

And what sort of work is there? Well, we train people for all sorts of things. Sometimes manual labor like automobile maintenance, sometimes interpersonal labor like serving customers at a restaurant. Then there’s the knowledge division, which includes training physicians and nurses at a fraction of the cost of a medical school. We also train domestic workers, entertainers, and pleasure slaves. More about those in a bit. . .

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Chapter 4: The Uniform Makes the Slave

Pandora was entrusted with all of the responsibilities for this facility, including paying the price for failure if anything goes wrong. Nobody talks about what that price is, but I imagine it’s something in the “fate worse than death” category. Maybe she ends up as a slave like us.

Still, the responsibility included designing the structure and aesthetic of the facility, and in terms of tying things together, I can’t help but compliment her skills, even if I don’t have much love for her as a person. Everything in here seems to be designed to fit together.

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Chapter 3: Reward and Punishment

There isn’t a formal name for the tablet and smartphone like terminals used within the Facilities. Pandora called hers “the carrot,” but for the most part they are the same hardware as a smartphone, a tablet, or a tablet PC, depending on their size and intended function. “The carrot” was, however, a euphemism based on the “carrot and stick” approach to training. I am glad she preferred the carrot to the stick, though.

    I, personally, like the terms “remote”, “tablet”, and “terminal” for the three different devices, and so I’m going to continue using them as I write my story under the orders of miss Sarah, who is hoping that this diary will help me adapt more quickly to my “new place in life,” as Miss Pandora put it.

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Chapter 2: Physical Exams

It turns out that physical and mental health are very valuable to people like Pandora. Of course, they can’t just send people like me to a normal clinic or a public therapist, so they make sure to have their own private facilities, and personnel, for those purposes. According to Pandora, there’s a guideline of one clinic, one doctor, and two nurses for every twenty residents. So inside of Pandora’s Box, there are ten clinics set up, and five of them are staffed by qualified professionals.

    Mental health is a bit easier, as one counselor can serve more patients easily. There are three counselors employed by Pandora’s Box, though the guideline allows one for every fifty residents. I have no idea how we get medication in here, though, without making this operation visible to the public.

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Chapter 1: Waking Up

Pandora’s Box is a public secret. The kind of thing that everybody knows about, but nobody seems to know the truth about. It’s a nightclub, a lovers’ playground, designed to entice young and old alike, and named after the ancient story of Pandora. In the story she closed her box after releasing all of the monsters and fears of the world, with only hope inside. The club advertised itself with the tagline “Hope for a better relationship.”

    The truth, however, was a strange and twisted thing. Nobody ever saw the club’s employees during the day, and the club had taken a year, and a dozen private contractors, to build. Far longer than it should have given the interior design. The cost of the club, and the amazingly low rates on rooms, all managed to arouse suspicions. That was why I had come to the club: to answer my own questions.

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