I tore into the salad and when I finished I was led to a treadmill. Jenny stepped out of the room and I immediately started searching the small room for anything I could use as a weapon. There were no windows in the bare room. It was nothing but solid white walls, a locked door in the corner and a treadmill. I felt the shock as Jenny shouted, “I said get on the treadmill and run!”

The shock ended and I did as I was told.

This was the routine every day for two weeks. I did as I was told and slowly but surely they returned my clothing and afforded me other creature comforts before the day came when Jenny led me upstairs and Candice was sitting at the table with Dani.

“You’ve been such a good boy that we’re gonna let you move into the exercise room. Keep it up and you might even get a mattress.” I stood silently as Candice looked up and said, “And don’t get any ideas about getting out of that room. The concrete is a foot and that’s a steel door frame. Nod if you understand.”

I nodded and Jenny shocked me.

The ladies cackled as I convulsed on the floor and Jenny said, “What do you say to Danielle?”

I looked up at her puzzled and she shocked me again before saying, “A good boy says thank you when Miss Danielle offers him a treat.”