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She got up slowly, still being wary of him, but he made no movement. She played it safe for a while, cleaning the place up, putting things away. Nothing. She snuck off to her room, but stayed quiet.

Once again, she looked all over the places she thought he might hide things, only to find nothing still. She retreated to her room in frustration, keeping the door open so she could hear any sounds incoming.

“Where could he have left it,” she growled.

Then, something occurred to her.

Wait… Why am I trying to find the fucking remote? I haven’t seen it anywhere, but if I take off the collar, then I don’t have to!

She cursed at herself in her head for not even thinking of this before. The collar was the problem, so if the remote couldn’t be found, she could try to pull the collar off. The idea came with its own fears. Like, what would she do if taking it off shocked her? But if she could pull it off and toss it quickly, then it would still be better.

She reached up to the collar, trying to get a real feel for how it was put together. It chaffed around her neck, but she paid that little attention as she focused on the thick piece of metal that locked the collar in place. She frowned, concentrating on the sensation beneath her fingertips. She felt all the way around, not sure what she even expected. It took a minute, but she figured out what it was, and cursed once more.

“Dammit!”

The thing at the back of her head was definitely a padlock. She hadn’t been able to see it in the large wall mirror in the bathroom, not that she had even thought to look. Her shoulders sagged. What the hell was she supposed to do now? She couldn’t find the remote, she couldn’t remove the collar, so maybe she could find a key? It would be a small one. The lock wasn’t very big.

She punched the bed, feeling hopeless again, but refusing to give up.

Someway, somehow, I am getting away from here!


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