"Every fifteen seconds you'll feel a surge of pleasure."

"What the hell does that mean?" she asks, still unable to move.

"Beg me to let you move again and I'll do it," you reply.

"No way..."

You look to the clock above her door a few seconds before it hits the fifteen second mark. You look back to her, and watch as she clenches her teeth and squints, holding back a rush of sexual desire. She shivers and shakes it off. Though, she still can't move, but you can tell she wants to even more now than before.

"You feeling all right?" you ask.

"Shut up..."

Thirteen. Fourteen. Fifteen. You look to her as she shudders again, looking at you with pleading eyes. She's strong, but you imagine she'll only be able to keep this up for a bit longer before going completely insane. You wait a few minutes. Each fifteen second interval, you watch her hold back an increasing arousal. Finally she looks to you and muffles a statement through her teeth.

"Please let me go."

"What was that?"

Another hits her, causing her to shout, "Please let me move! I beg you!"

Holding the pendant of your necklace, you utter, "You can move again."

She immediately lowers her hands to grip herself between her legs--clenching the denim of her jeans. She pants heavily, biting her lip as she flushes red with humiliation.

"Ooh g-god. I don't know how you're doing this, but I'm not playing along."

You smile as you hold the necklace yet again.