Your uncle’s, obviously

Opening the door is your uncle, now changed out of the clothes you last saw him in and wearing only a pair of baggy grey sweatpants.

“Rise and shine Sarah.”

“GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!” You scream at him

“Whoa! No need to take that tone with me young lady. That’s exactly the kind of attitude your parents asked me to stamp out of you.”

“Wh-what do you mean?” You asked

He walks over to your cage and sits down in front of it so that you’re eye level with him. Instinctively you cover yourself.

“You need to learn a little humility and respect if you’re going to take care of the family business one day, so I’m here to teach it to you. This house isn’t just a place where I invite rich assholes over to fuck teenagers, it’s also a school of sorts, where me and a few other people train the sons, daughters, and others of rich individuals to be a bit more humble. Your parents had to go through this too you know. And me as well, back when our dad ran the place. So if it’s any consolation I know exactly what you’re going through.”

“H-how long will I have to stay here like this?” You ask, some composure returning to you.

“If you’re good? Just this summer. If you’re not? Much longer. Some of the really tough ones to crack have been here for over 3 years. Others stay and become regular staff because they like living like this.”

“And what will I have to do to pass the tests?”

“Obey orders, do your chores, have no shame, and NEVER attempt to escape. Can you do that?”

“And what happens when I do try to escape?”

“When?”

“...if.”

“*if* you try to escape then your collar will send an electric shock powerful enough to knock you out through your entire body as soon as you leave the boundaries set by the property. If you somehow manage to power through that then it’s a 20 mile hike through heavily wooded forest to the nearest town with hunting dogs on your tail. If you somehow manage to do *that*, the local law enforcement think this is a mental institution for the children of the extremely wealthy, and know to return you here where you will be punished harshly for leaving. Do I make myself clear?”

“...yes Uncle John.”

“Good! Now that that’s over, I believe that you have someone to apologize to.”

“Sorry for disobeying you Uncle John.”

“Oh no, you don’t have to apologize to me.” He says, opening the door for someone to enter “it’s poor Kyle you need to apologize to. He was so upset that you didn’t want to finish him off, so I decided to give you another chance...”