Scream for help!

You begin to thrash in your restraints causing chaffing to yourself as the metal grates on your skin. You scream and kick for a short while, then the door has a thud, and it swings open with a forceful push.

Blind to the world, goosebumps are raised on your skin. Heavy boot thuds approach you, then a ridiculously violent stomp to your genitals. You scream in tormented fear, wailing. He clenches your throat, squeezing it so that the collar does not pinch for the duration.

“No,” the man says.