The promise

Your uncle squatted down in front of your cage, getting to just above eye level with you.

“You see, your parents need a LOT of strings pulled for that little deal of theirs and I just happen to be the one to pull them. All it cost was letting you stay for a summer in my little party house.”

“What is this place really?” You ask him, head still swimming

“To some, a prison. To others, non-stop ecstasy. And to others still, a hunting lodge for rich weirdos where favors can be bought and traded while the negotiations are made balls deep in a boy or girl or enby around your age.”

“And for me?”

“That depends on how much you misbehave. You already failed my first test, so I’m afraid the collar will stay *on* for the summer, but you might find that’s not such a bad thing.”

“I won’t do it. You can’t make me!”

“Sorry Jack, that’s where you’re wrong. You will, and I can.”