No, she must be fed!

A few hours later

Jessica had been pacing up and down the cage for hours now, naked on all fours and trying to find a way out. The walls had reverted back to the metal bars after about 30 minutes, which at least gave Jessica something to look at. She'd tried everything, screaming for help, banging on the bars, trying to remove her collar etc. Each time she tried it would always end with the leash sending shockwaves through her body. After the first hour Jessica had basically given up, she lay down and tried to fall asleep. She hoped when she wakes up a solution will be found.

Jessica was woken up by the sound of a bell ringing, almost like a school bell. Before she even had time to think, a tube appeared in the corner of her cage. A strange and lumpy substance fell down the tube, landing in a dog bowl labelled 'Dog #22.' Once all of the contents were dropped into the bowl, the tube shot back up into the ceiling. "Din dins my little puppies!" A feminine voice announced on a speaker, echoing around the pound.

Jessica had to admit, she was incredibly starving considering she'd spent hours stuck in this cage with no food or water. She crawled over to the dog bowl, gagging when she saw the contents. The machine had given her dog food to eat; it really did think she was a dog! "Oh... ugh... Ewwwwww! Gross! I'm not eating that shit!" Jessica complained, pushing the bowl back in disgust.

The machine, having registered Jessica's act of aggression towards her food, was not happy. One of the mechanical arms shot down from the ceiling, latching onto the back of Jessica's head. "Ow! Hey! Get the fuck off my hair!!" Jessica protested as the arm pulled her over to the dog bowl. Once her face was directly over the bowl, the arm slammed her head into the bowl. Not only was Jessica's entire face covered in dog food, but she was also **** to eat it all so she could breathe.

Jessica moaned as she ate the dog food; it tasted absolutely vile. The arm stayed attached to Jessica's head until she had eaten every last scrap on the bowl. It took Jessica a while, with alot of fuss, but she eventually managed to eat all of the dog food. Taking deep breathes of relief, Jessica lay defeated with her face still rammed in the bowl. "Uuuuhhh, hey douche bag! I've done what you wanted, please just let me out!" Jessica pleaded.

The machine finally reacted to one of Jessica's protests, as the arm let go of her head and shot back into the ceiling. "Oh thank God! It does listen!" Jessica moaned, raising her head out of the dog bowl. She wiped the majority of the food off her face with her hand, enough so she could see.

As she was doing this, she suddenly heard footsteps from outside the pound and what sounded like someone talking. Jessica immediately shot up with joy, which caused her collar to shock her body. Jessica wanted to get this person's attention so she could break free of this ****, she no longer cared about the consequences she may face all she wanted was to go home. The footsteps got louder, and Jessica started screeching for help.