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“Yes, I’m here,” I replied softly.

“Thank god. I think I’m locked in, could you.”

“I know you’re locked in.” I cut her off. “I looked you in.”

“Johnathan, sweet boy. This is not a joke. Okay.”

“No, it’s not,” I said.

“So can you let me out?”

I let a silence fall after she asked the question.

“Are you going to miss me, Miss Skyler?”

“Sorry?”

“I said are you going to miss me.”

“Johnathan, just let me out.”

“I know I’m going to miss you,” I said, ignoring her completely.

“That’s very sweet of you and all, but could you please…”

“See, I go home tomorrow and I don’t want to forget you.” I cut her off again.

Skyler felt silent as if she suddenly faired the direction I was taking like she suddenly knew. After a silence she said. “What do you want Jonathan?”

“Oh not much.” I replied, “Just a picture.”

“Alright, we can take a selfie if you let me out.”

“Oh, no, no, no, no, not that kind of picture. I want a very special picture, that helps me remember your best qualities.”

“Please, Johnathan,” Skyler said, I heard in her voice she was crying.

“I want you to strip naked, put on your doctor's coat, sit down on the toilet, and take a picture showing your breasts, pussy, and face.”

“Help!” Skyler shouted. Quickly I raised one part of her trousers from the ground and whipped it around her mouth like a gag. It muffled her voice.

“Now don’t be difficult Skyler. You don’t want to be difficult.” The other part of the trousers I wound around her neck, squeezing it tight. Skyler her eye's grow big.

“Do you understand me?”

Skyler’s hands tried to undo the strop.

“Do you understand me?!” I repeated.

Skyler let go of the strop and nodded quickly and I undid the strop.

“Good girl.”

Skyler was breathing heavily but she stayed quiet.