A cage and new opportunity

After a night of extremely erotic dreams, you awaken to find every muscle stiff and sore. It feels like you must have run a marathon, every little movement your muscles resist with small streams of fire through your bones. You are so sore it takes you over a minute to realize you were curled naked in the fetal position, or that you were in a metal cage in an office. Looking around you see a wall of tvs, each with various angles of the escape room. The rest of the office is very lush, with black thick Capet and burgundy wood walls, exquisite wooden desks with multiple computer monitors on each. You are in a corner of the room, and appear to be the only cage in here.

You stretch as much as the cramp cage will allow, each movement almost agonizing. Soon you realize you are not completely naked, as the jingle of metal alerts you to a solid metal loop around your neck, one that seems to have no opening or hatch. You try to explore it with your hands but find no indication of how it was put on, or how it could be removed. There is one small tag that slides along the oh so tight collar, and though you can feel it, and notice it’s shape is that of a bone, you have no idea the words etched onto it.

You wait and wait, your stomach starting to rumble, as you silently panic about your situation. You start to remember yesterday, your grueling trial and overwhelming ending. You figure based on the screens you are still in the same building, but can’t be certain. It seems the escape room is fully stocked with women again, each filling their stations as they await contestants. You watch from the cameras, and try to determine what the rooms you never saw were. After about thirty minutes the two ladies come in, though they are not in their uniforms from the day before. The butch seems to prefer androgynous clothing, as she is wearing a black pollo shirt with a rabbit skull and cross bones on the pocket, deep blue extremely skinny cut jeans that show off an amazingly toned ass, and black combat boots. The red head on the other hand could not look more girly, with a matching red belly shirt, boy cut jean shorts, long knee high white socks with two red stripes at the top, and stylized tennis shoes.

The butch notices you first and comments “Yo Alex, the pup finally woke up.”

The readhead, Alex, smiles and walks over to you. “Thanks Sam, I’ll get it prepped.” You whimper slightly at what that would mean. You don’t know why, but the thought of speaking never dawns on you. “Well pup, you had a fun first day didn’t you? And Sam and I, not to mention the internet, sure enjoyed it as well... so much so you’ve been separated for something special.”