Maybe she could get the keys, after all?

Mackenzie's heart raced as she considered her options. The mere thought of staying like this for another week was discarded immediately: she was hopelessly turned on, and seemed to become more aroused with each minute. Thankfully, it was Sunday: Mackenzie couldn't even contemplate going about her regular days like this, let alone go to work.

Rachel and Marianne had the keys, so perhaps one of them would take pity and let her out. It would be a big gamble, given what she did to her the day before, a predicament of which her sore ass stood witness. But the more she thought about it, the more she felt aroused by the memory. She rubbed her ass with an absent mind.

Surely, neither Rachel and Marianne could expect her to stay like this for another week, she told herself. It must have been a cruel prank, made in the heat of the moment. So she decided to try out her luck. But whom should she reach out to?

Rachel seemed bent on humiliating her, and who knows what things she would have to go through. But she used to be a friend and she lived nearby, so it felt like she had to give it a try. Maybe Rachel will finally realize that she went too far?

Marianne, on the other hand ... Mackenzie thought of her as a friend, before falling under Rachel's spell. Marianne was easy to sway, especially in the presence of a strong character like Rachel. Maybe try to talk to her outside the brunette's influence?

Mackenzie considered her options: she could go to Rachel's, or she could call Marianne. Or perhaps there was a third way.