Obey

It was like choosing two different kinds of hell. On the one hand, she would end up completely destitute, and on the other she would be at the mercy of the people behind her current situation. She briefly considered what she could do. If the woman was being sincere then the idea of destitution and offering her body like a whore was terrible fate to have. Maisie had grown accustomed to living in luxury since landing her role as Arya Stark; her pride dictated that she never fall to such a level. At the very least, she had to know how far this rabbit hole went, and ending the call would get her nowhere now.

"Okay," she breathed out, feeling like she was damning herself for uttering that word. Comapred to the other possiblity, it was the only choice, she reassured herself.

"You have chosen the correct path, Ms. Williams." Maisie could almost see the satisfied smile of the woman on the other side of the line. "Now, are you ready to take your orders?"

"You promised answers," argued Maisie, putting the phone on loudspeaker and leaving it on the table before sitting down on the couch again. Accepting the commands of blackmailers could leave one absolutely exhausted, she found out.

The voice might as well have sighed in frustration. "All questions will be answered... eventually. However, I will reward your acceptance with a some information to sate you for now, Ms. Williams. Some questions I cannot answer, and you may not find the answers satisfactory for now, but do not let that sway you from the path you are currently on."

"Who are you?" Maisie asked question that had been at the forefront of her mind.

"Like I said before, I am an operator working on behalf of a very important client. If you're asking about my client, I am not at liberty to give you that information. My client will enlighten you eventually."

The voice had been right; the vague answer did not satisfy Maisie. "What is it you want? Money?"

"I will not specify my client's intention but suffice to say that this is not being done for financial reasons. Believe me when I say that all your fortune combined would be just a small droplet next to an olympic swimming pool when compared to my client's wealth."

The bitch wouldn't answer questions, at least not the ones the petite actress wanted to be answered. She realized that she had to be a little smarter in asking for information. Maisie looked at her body, seeing the nudity that had been **** upon her. She could understand taking away her phone, her internet, her purse. "Why did you take my clothes?"

"Your wardrobe has been deemed unfit for the station your client wishes for you to fulfill. As such, it was deemed that the best course of action was to relinquish them from you and dispose of them effective immediately. Do not worry, you will soon be provided with another wardrobe which fits the required dress code soon." Her words were like that of a robotic customer support worker. The type that grated Maisie with the urge to scream.

Growing annoyed at the situation, Maisie continued. "If you wanted to take me, why did you bring me back to my house? Is this a mockery?"

"You will be going through a very mentally taxing process, Ms. Williams. It will be easier for women such as yourself to accept submission by their own free will in order to ease them into their new roles. The fact that you have accepted the terms is a good sign of your progress."

"What are you going to do to me?!" Maisie screamed at the phone, trying to make sense of the situation.

"I believe that we have run out of time for answers, Ms. Williams. It is now time for you to continue with your end of the bargain. Go back to your room and check underneath the bed. Do not open the package until you have recieved further instructions."