Don't know. Where is she?

When you get back, Kate doesn't appear to be around and everything is being taken down. You ask one of Kate's assistants what is going on.

"Did you not hear? Kate got a last second invite to Paris for a fashion show and she had to leave immediately."

"She didn't happen to leave a key with you, did she?"

"No. Why would she leave me a key," she says as it hits her, "She left you locked up, didn't she?"

You nod your head.

"Listen, she'll be gone for a week," she says looking at your terrified face, "But don't panic. I can give you her home address. Be there a week from today. I'll make sure she knows you're coming. She enjoys the power she feels from unlocking helpless men. She might even find this funny."

You're not finding this funny. Each day that you're locked up is Hell. You avoid taking any photography jobs to keep from seeing sexy women but everywhere you go you inevitably see hot women and your dick bangs against the cage begging for release. You try to not go on the internet or watch TV. You also can't sleep at night. You aren't used to going this long without release so you can't relax and fall asleep.

Time passes and you've almost made it. You get out of bed after another sleepless night. Tomorrow you get released. But today you need to pick your girlfriend up from the airport.