I don't stand fast enough and the collar scrapes my bare skin.

I can't manage to stifle my whimper, which draws more laughs from the guys around.

Once I'm on my feet, he unhooks the leash from my collar. I let out a sigh of relief. My heart swells. For just a moment I think this is as far as they'll take this. They scared us, taught us a lesson. Now they'll toss us out into the street without our wallets or phones or something.

That fleeting thought goes pretty fast though. Al's hands are on my shirt. He rips it open with two quick jerks. Buttons scatter the floor.

"Finish." His eyes are what really let me know that I don't have a choice.

I let the ruined shirt slide from my shoulders. Being gawked at by these leering assholes in my black sports bra, I feel more naked than ever before.

"Woo hoo! Calvin Klein! Classy." One of them shouts.

Al sticks a finger in my waistband. He pulls on it and peers inside. "Matching set. Very nice pup." He steps back "Lose the pants."

The guys gather around, throw more poker chips and some coins at me, as I stumble over getting my pants off without my thong coming down too.

It seems like Al's lost interest. I stand awkwardly, unsure of what to do. The collar is still heavy on my neck. The steel is cold, and I can feel some blood dripping from where it tore into my skin. It's fairly cold in here, but I'm dripping sweat.