You tug back

You feel the weight of the chain lift from your nipples before it yanks from your fingers, hard. You can't help but squeal in pain as the chain tugs your sensitive nipples. Instinctively, you grab it and yank it back out of the invisible grasp.

To your surprise, you're successful and the chain pops back freely and rests on your hand.

You hold it tight, wondering if that was an intelligent move with a sense of dread.

Before you can decide, you feel the chain slip through your fingers, taut once again, only this time the tugging doesn't stop. Your nipples sting as the chain tugs them, hard, forcing you to follow as if on a leash.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" Your heart races and you plead with the chain, or whatever is pulling it: "Please! Where are you taking me?"

You are being pulled towards the door of your room, which flings open, smashing against the wall. You turn your head, looking for anything that can conceal your topless body as you're helplessly dragged from your hotel room into the hallway. You flail for the complimentary dressing gown but it slips from your grasp. You try to cover your breasts with your hands as best as you can, with the taut chain tugging through your fingers.

Tears which streak down your face as you're walked helplessly down the corridor. The conditioned air flowing around you reminds you that you're wearing nothing but your sweatpants and jewellery. The soft carpet under your shoes thankfully reduces the sound you make as you move through the corridor.

Any attempt you make to stop is fruitless; the **** is unrelenting and stopping just strains your nipples until the pain is unbearable. "Please," you quietly beg through your sobs, hoping nobody but the mysterious **** can hear you. "What did I do to you?" You whisper at the chain, not sure if it's the chain or someone pulling it.

It keeps walking you, unaffected. Laughs and other sounds from the rooms you pass constantly reinforce your fear that somebody will step out and hear you pass.

As you approach the first corner, you hear voices coming towards you. Your panic intensifies. You try to pull at the chain to and beg once more but the chain keeps dragging you forward. You scramble to fold your arms in a way that best covers your breasts and disguises the terrifying chain and pray that they don't turn the corner onto the part of the corridor that you're on.

Sadly, your prayer goes unanswered, and two pilots and an entire cabin crew round the corner and face you, their suitcases in tow.

"Oh," one of the pilots says in surprise.

You smile meekly, trying to play it off as best as you can while your cheeks burn.

They look at each other and pass you on each side, with one man unabashedly checking you out as he walks past. You want to curl in a ball but all you can do is keep walking.

Next, you are pulled around the corner yourself and are greeted with more rooms and possibly the worst thing you can think of: the elevator to the lobby.

If you weren't before, you start dragging your heels. "No! No... No!!"

As slow as you try to walk, the chain is unyielding, and all you're doing is adding even more unbearable strain to your nipples.

You walk closer and closer to the elevator door until you arrive at it and the chain stops, still taut from your nipples. The chain holds you inches from the doorway.

"Please no. Please." Tears flow down your cheeks, assuredly dragging mascara with it.

While your greatest fear so far has been that you're to be **** down to the lobby and possibly anywhere from there, a new sound from the elevator replaced that fear with a greater one: The sound of young women laughing, and not just any young women: you recognise the voices of your friends.

The second the elevator door chimed, the chain dropped limp, hanging from your nipples once again.

You have a split second before your tear-strewn, topless self will be revealed to the passengers of the elevator.