Week later

It had been a week and missy still hadn't left the room not had she exempted food they knew she wasn't dead because johnny would cast detect life every now and then to check in and she was fine.

John had also learned that in this really only two people wore chastity belts the first were people turned on by orgasum dinial or people who were partners with ones who were but usually those were painted or not made of metal. The other kind were criminals that just barely escaped the **** punishment and from what John had found that those looked a lot like the one Missy had worn.

He decided he needed to do something.

"Listen Missy I know you can here me I don't care what you did and if anyone fucks with you ill deal with them if you want to leave go ahead I'll pay you're salary for the next 6 months if you want to stay in you're room go-ahead but please eat the meals we leave out front you're door," John said three the door.

"Can you um come in, John," Missy said there the door.

John entered the room to see her curled up in a pile of of blankets