Empty the wardrobe.

"I'll get rid of all the distraction. This is my waiting box. Everything else — there's your exit!"

Jen grabbed all of the hangers at once and threw them outside. Dresses, suits, skirts — everything fell to the floor. Footwear suffered the same fate, same went for bottles of lubricant shoved into the corners. Upon being thrown, a paper box fell apart mid-air, revealing some red ballet shoes, but the girl was already not looking. Curios from the shelves were next on the menu, containing sex toys, hoods, underwear and such. Some details were not removable, such as rings, hooks and cuffs that were designed to hold something or connect to something.

{If Insanity > 19}"This is such underappreciation! Behave yourself, young lady!"{endif}

Top shelf had some visible stuff too, and it had to go. However, it was not reachable because Jen could only stretch her hand out so much with her chains on. However, the familiar hinges on the shelf were fairly easy to reach.

"I'll empty 'em completely."

The girl's back was against the wall as she got one of the thick pins out of the shelf right above her. One side lost support, but nothing folded yet, as there was still another pin.

"I can't even tell how much more is up there. That's some quality shelf."

With one final tug and one final exhale, the pin was out, and Jen ducked to not get herself jammed against the wall. The contents of the shelf, however, poured right onto her in the form of mostly more chains.

"Uuuuh! Nonono, stop it, stop it!" — she was hearing something clicking and clunking, which alarmed her. When she opened her eyes, she saw her larger chains covered by smaller chains. The girl found a place where they joined together and tried to get them apart, but of course, was denied. — "What is this shit?"

This shit did not hesistate to show itself. After a loud beep the chains started to retract upwards, pulling Jen up with themselves. She was scared already, but when the unseen device managed to get her steel feet off the lower shelf effortlessly, she went into full panic mode.

"NOOOO! HELP MEEEE, SOMEBODY!" — one bang of her sandals was enough to make the doors of the wardrobe shut together, leaving her in complete darkness.

When the pulling stopped, a hyperventilating Jen struggled to understand her new reality. Her new chains were holding her by her body and by her old chains, linked together in many places. It was not painful, but it was not pain dealing the damage.

A new, liberating feeling crept through her. Tension, vigor, resistance were liberated, not welcome to come back. Jen was sure she was at her lowest, and now she was caught off-guard, trapped beyond recovery. Now even help would not help. There was no more panic or even anxiety. The girl stopped hoping someone can really save her, but if they could... they would really be her Master until the end of time.

ENDING #57 "Physically slaved"