No Matter What You Do, Don’t Call The Number On The Wall Of The Bar Bathroom

“Stick your head through the hole and we can be on our way.” I complied and she fit a thick leather collar around my neck. I could feel two metal prongs pushing in at the base of my neck.

“This is a shock collar. I have a remote in my hand. If you get violent or try to run, I’ll press this button and it will send you to the floor. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded again. Jenny opened the door to the cage.

“Here’s a test shock.”

I instantly fell to the floor convulsing and Jenny laughed. She released the button. “We’re going upstairs. You’ll eat and exercise then you are coming back down here. Behave and you get your underwear back. Misbehave and you get a shock. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded again.

Jenny led me up the stairs and motioned for me to sit at the kitchen table. She proceeded to pull a plate of food from the refrigerator.

“This is a leafy green salad with a marsala wine vinaigrette. You will eat this twice a day. You have five minutes to finish this meal. Afterward, you will run for twenty minutes on the treadmill. After this, you will be returned to your cage.”

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