They're interrupted before she can.

Suddenly there was a commotion as two people entered the room. Their conversation about their last golf game of the day cut off when they spotted the sisters in such a compromising situation. One of the young men even dropped his bag in surprise. "What the hell is this?"

Samantha looked up in fear, not knowing what the men would do or how her sister would react. After how she had encouraged those other guys to look for her earlier she wouldn't put anything past Tiffany. Was her ordeal about to get that much worse?

Apparently Tiffany didn't appreciate being interrupted. "I'm just getting my pet cleaned up, not that it's any of your business!"

"Pet? Is this like a fetish thing?" The man who had dropped his bag asked. Samantha turned her head, worried what these guys would do if they got the wrong idea.

The other man must have picked up on her unease. "Maybe for one of them, but I don't think the other is enjoying whatever this is."

Tiffany made an annoyed sound. "If you're not going to stop bothering us we're leaving. Come on, sis!" She tugged on the leash and dragged Samantha out of the freezing spray.

"Not so fast," the man said, blocking her path. "You're not taking her anywhere until she tells me she's doing this voluntarily."

Samantha's mind raced. Was this guy actually concerned for her, or was he going to take advantage if he got her to himself? Well even if he did, that might be better than whatever Tiffany had in store for her next. Making up her mind, she shook her head and pulled away a little to signal she didn't want to stay with Tiffany.

Tiffany glared down at her and tried one more time to pull her to the exit. This time the man let her through, only to grab her arm as she hurried past him. His other hand rested on one of his golf clubs threateningly. "You can leave, but she stays with us." For a moment they stared each other down. When Tiffany didn't let go of the leash, the man tightened his grip around her arm.

"Ow, god damn it!" She opened her hand, letting the leash fall to the ground. Immediately his grip loosened and Tiffany tore free before running out through the open doorway.

The man stared after her for a second before taking his hand off the club and turning back to Samantha. "It's ok, you can get up now."

Samantha stayed where she was. How could she explain that the shock collar wouldn't let her stand or speak? Before she could think of anything, the other man noticed how much she was shivering. "Shit, she must be freezing! Tom, turn the shower temperature to high before she gets hypothermia or something."

Tom dropped his bag and rushed to adjust the shower, which Samantha gratefully crawled back under. This time the water was blissfully warm. Hot, but not scalding the way Tiffany had set it.

"Right, you just stay in there for a while and we'll find you something to wear," Tom said as he pulled the curtain shut. While sensation returned to Samantha's numb fingers, she listened to the men move around outside. For the first time in hours, she smiled. She had gotten lucky and been found by people who wanted to help her. Now that they'd gotten her away from her deranged sister, surely they'd be able to clear things up with the AI and get the collar off her neck too.

After a while she heard footsteps approach the shower. "We couldn't find any clothes but there's plenty of towels you can wrap around yourself for now. We'll just leave them here and wait outside, ok?"

Samantha didn't respond, but a few seconds later she heard a soft thud and more footsteps as the men left. Gingerly, she crawled out of the shower and reached for a towel to dry herself off. It wasn't easy to do on all fours, and the shock collar was still on its highest setting. One wrong move was all it took and Samantha screamed as she fell onto her side. She would have landed on the tile and hurt herself even more if not for the pile of towels that caught her.

Hearing her scream, the guys rushed back in. "What happened!? Here, let me help you stand."

Tom's hands were already on her arms to lift her up. Samantha shook her head frantically and pulled away to avoid having the collar activated again. The man frowned as he took his hands off her. "What's wrong? Are you scared of us? We're not going to hurt you."

Samantha didn't know what to do. Eventually she just made a pleading expression and put a hand on her collar, hoping Tom would understand.

He didn't. "What does that mean? Just talk to us!"

Samantha contemplated saying something to show him what would happen. On a lower setting she might have, but as it was the thought of getting shocked again was unberable. She tried making a painful expression and pointed at the collar again, but she couldn't get through to him. Instead the other man, who had crouched down partly behind her, spoke up. "She looks aroused, Tom. Maybe this is her fetish after all."

Samantha bit her lip to avoid gasping when she felt a hand between her legs, but the man just laughed. "Oh yeah, she's drenched. And not from the shower either."