You receive another text

You gulp as you take in the contents of the drawer. The chastity cage gleams silver, clearly made of some kind of steel. It looks heavy and sturdy, and you doubt that you'd be able to dent it with a hammer. The tube part of the cage is laid on its side in the center of the cabinet drawer, which is lined by a white fabric. Next to the cage is a similarly shining steel ring, a small bronze padlock, and a familiar looking key. You notice that it's basically an identical copy of the key you found in Kim's backpack earlier.

The **** moans from behind are getting more and more strained. You recall a time in your life a couple of years back when, as a show of willpower, you held off from masturbating for a week. At the time, as a horny teen, the arousal you felt towards the end was almost painful, and that was while purposefully avoiding any stimulation. You can't imagine that what Kim is experiencing now is any better than that.

Before you really have time to process the situation at hand, your phone lights up again. Only two words appear on the screen.

"Wear it."

You shiver. This message is somehow much more sinister than the ones before. They aren't offering a choice - they're commanding.

You look around. The basement room is pretty small, probably less than 800 square feet, and is dimly lit by a couple of overhead lights covered with dust. It's cold; a breeze is coming from somewhere unknown. There are cobwebs on the bookshelves and medieval weapon replicas lining the walls in display cases. You take a second to think about the circumstances.

You're in an abandoned room, alone with a girl you've only ever admired from afar, who is currently being sexually tortured by beings unknown. Who also apparently can currently see and or hear your every move. The unique circumstances plus the firmness of the most recent message don't make it seem like a good idea to refuse.

On the other hand, you're faced with the possibility of subjecting yourself to the same kind of torment. It might not even help the girl out either; you could be locking - er - walking yourself into a trap here. After all, you don't even know this girl. What if she's making all of this up, and it's just some sort of prank? Maybe you should run while you can with some dignity.