“One way... or another you will obey...”

The man enters Luke’s cage. “So we are clear, I own you now. You’ve been given a custom plus pill. You’re never getting your life back. Once you give me what I want I’ll sell you... now I can sell you to a new owner that will treat you like a prized possession or to a brothel where you’ll spend the rest of your life as a two dollar whore. Cooperate and you’ll have a better life...” he warned. Luke felt a thrill of fear. Then he reached between her legs and caressed her sex. Luke gasped and her resolve faltered. “You can’t oppose me. In that body you crave this. You’re an addict. And like any addict you’ll do anything to get your next fix...” his finger slipped inside her and she rocked her hips.

“I... can’t. I...” her eyes glazed. “I’m... with the FBI... under cover...” she said.

He stopped. “You’re what!?” He growled.

“I’m with the FBI...” she repeated dreamily, legs spreading wider.

“Oh fuck...” he withdrew his fingers and left. “Rob! Ted! We gotta go. Trash the drives and grab the account info. We’re done. The feds are onto us!”

Luke stared at her open cage door. He hadn’t finished. She pouted in frustration. She needed sex. She climbed out of her cage and moved out to the office that had been emptied. She spied a phone, a landline, and called her office. “It’s Luke Kelvin. ID number 67G94Z. Need help. Urgently-“ the phone was yanked from her hand but there was no doubt she’d alerted the FBI and they’d trace the call.

“You little slut! You’re coming with us!” He lifted her and threw her over a shoulder. “Come on. Let’s go. The airport.”