After getting off the floor and onto your feet, you look at your options.
You could run. For all you knew this was an elaborate prank, and the real world was continuing on outside. You quickly rush over to the window. Unfortunately, you don't see the comfy, suburban environment of where you lived, but instead a sea of lava and brimstone islands dotting it (along with a cavern-like roof instead of a sky). The house you were in appeared to be on one of these islands, and you could see lava gently lapping the shores like waves on a beach. But, none of this was actual evidence you were in hell.
So, you turn to the door and decide that it's probably a good idea to run. Without hesitation you're rushing through the open doorway and down a corridor that leads to who-knows-where. It's better than just letting that weird woman do whatever the hell she wants with you though. Just thinking of the idea that she was that dork Jessica makes you want to run even faster. Memories of a Friday night where... you did something you don't want to talk about are creeping their way back from the dark crevices that you had pushed them into, and-
Just then, a piece of metal clamps itself around your neck like a collar, and you feel a yanking motion. Then, you're whipped off your feet and pulled backwards faster than you could say 'whiplash'. Soon, you're back where you started, only this time with your face slammed to the ground and a foot on your back. "Well... well... well..." The familiar voice of Delianura rings in your ears. The memories continue to flood back, and you're cringing from both pain and embarrassment.
"Fuck off..." You manage to mumble, but she seems resilient. She tugs the chain that you're connected to, and you let out a whimper. You manage to catch her making a smug grin, as if to say 'that's better'.
She moves around to stand in front of you, and lifts you to your knees with the chain. Then, she cups your chin in her palm, and gives it a light squeeze. "Aw... are you upset that I caught you? Still cranky over what you did with me, it seems!" She almost chirped that last part, as if she knew what was running through your head (which she probably did).
It was a Friday night. You were drunk and partying. Jessica had turned up at the party, and the two of you had... well, I think you can guess. You had sworn to yourself that it hadn't happened, just an effect of the alcohol, but no, it had happened. You'd finally given in to your urges, and slept with a big girl.
And now here she was; Jessica Delianura, here to finish what she started and pursue a relationship with you... well, that's what she seemed to have said. But that raised a question that jumped to the front of your mind and slipped out your mouth; "Why are you treating me like some kind of slave if you want to be with me!?" You almost yell.
She leans forward and gives you a cheeky kiss on the nose. "Oh, I knew there was something I forgot to tell you..." She begins, leaning over to your ear. "...I'm a big fan of slave-play." She whispers, and a shiver runs down your spine. "Now... let's begin the first thing we need to do to get you into shape!" She says. You try to remember what she had said was needed to turn you into something like her...
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