"I've got a better idea"

"I've got a better idea"

This moment honestly felt like a porno, Jewel visibly "frightened" i guess you could say, or more like concerned. Almost like she knew what was about to happen. I grin like a some dastardly villain who ties women to tracks as i begin to test the limits of this slavery thing.

Meanwhile Jewel sighed, "C'mon we can work this out, just let me go and we can-"

I cut her off by saying: "Take 2 steps back"

Jewel complies, taking two steps back.

"Take 2 steps forward."

Once again Jewel complies, taking walking forward two steps. An annoyed look on her face mixed in with the previous concerned look.

My smile turns into more of a smirk, this feels like... a small victory? Something real satisfying, like i knew i could push further.

I began to test commands relating more to less i suppose you could say "physical" activities.

"Where do you live Jewel?"

I expected something along the lines of "why the fuck do you want to know?" But what came out was "I live in an apartment complex called Elena Heights, apartment 211 located on 82nd Smith street." With a surprised look on her face she put her hands over her mouth, before a sort of disgusted look came over her face, which was followed up by the "why the fuck do you want to know?!"

"How old are you? what do you do for a living? Got any friends? Boyfriend? How's your relationship with your parents, where do they live? Oh and keep your hands away from your mouth for now."

Jewel took a deep breath, this was actually getting really frightening for her.. she knew i'd probably try to fuck her, but all these details? What was i gonna do? Sell her off or something? Take her organs? While her mind races around with all these questions she answered: "I'm 24 years old, I take a part time job working as a cashier at a convenience store night shift, but i'm taking an accounting course at the local university. I've got a some friends, from school and work, mostly girls as well but i have a few guy friends too, i dumped my last boyfriend more than a year ago and i was using dating apps to try getting back in the saddle. I'm on gooz terms with my parents, we call each other sometimes and i visit during long weekends and holidays, and they live a bit far from here, about a two hour drive towards a suburban house on Ellis Street"

Well that's good to know.

The look on Jewel's face was a mix of annoyance, anger and fear. I could practically hear what she was thinking, "He's going to **** and kill me isn't he? Maybe cut my body up and burn down my apartment or something? Is that why? Fuck this is bad.."

Well obviously the killing part and everything that comes with that is a no-go, i'm a pretty bad guy but i'm no killer, at least not unless it's self defense or something. Now the **** part i'd argue is null too, it's not like she can resist me, i get it's slavery and shit but it's pretty much out of her own will.. a will which i control.. oh well, let's figure out the pretty much non-existent ethics of it later..

For now..