The clerk is an asshole.

"I can keep the collar and and the cash? Very generous." The clerk laughed. "Thing is though I already have your wallet. So that's not yours to bargain with anymore. As for the collar. If I take that off you, you'll be likely to kick my ass and take it back once you're a dude again. Why would I throw away my ticket out of this dead end loser's job?"

You're worst fears about this jerk were being confirmed pretty rapidly. You seethe with anger and frustration as he rifles through your wallet. He looks at your driver's ID and looks your up and down and sniggers. Next he flips through your credit cards and you realize that he only has to wish for you to tell him the PIN numbers and he could empty all your accounts.

You decide that you've got to act now if you want to get away from this creep. While he's preoccupied counting the cash in your wallet you look around desperately for anything to use as a weapon. There's not much to choose from close to hand. Moving quickly you snatch up a coffee pot from a nearby table and swing it as hard as you can at the guys head. He can't stop you in time, but he does react enough that you only catch him with a glancing blow to the side of the head.

"Fucking bitch!" He swears as he reels back.

You swing the pot wildly, but realize that you are a lot weaker now than you'd imagined. You strike out several times, but can't seem to hit the clerk hard enough to put him down. He knocks away another wild swing and backhands you hard across the mouth. You're stunned at how hard his blow feels to you and are knocked back a couple of feet. You launch yourself forward at him again, frenziedly trying to claw his eyes out. He's ready this time though and grabs your wrists. You struggle wildly in panic, kicking and hissing with fury.

"I wish you'd fucking shut up and stand still." The clerk snarls.

The fight goes out of you immediately, the guy lets go of you and glares as he feels his head where you hit him. You can feel a trickle of blood dripping down you chin from a split lip. You will yourself to move and scream, but are horrified to find that you can't make a sound or move at all.

"You're gonna to pay for that." The clerk says ominously. "I probably woulda just cleaned you out and tied you up before taking that collar. Now I'm gonna enjoy getting some payback."

"You got some wheels? I wish you'd tell me." He asks.

Unable to stop yourself you tell the clerk that your cars in the mall's park and the keys are in your pocket. When he wishes for you to hand them over you do.

"Will there be anyone at your home bitch? And yeah I wish you'd answer truthfully" He asks.

"I live alone." You reply. "Nobody is there."

"Good, I think we'll go there then." He says, his confidence returning now he's back in control. "I wish for you to stay right here while I lock up the shop and keep quiet. Then we can pick out some nice sexy clothes for you and charge them to your credit card."

You stare at him in horror as you imagine undressing in front of this creep. Worse still is the thought of what he might do once he gets you back to your apartment.