"Submit."
    "Nnno... fuck you," Cherise forced out, gritting her teeth. Her body was completely bound, tied to the uncomfortable metal chair behind her. She couldn't even lift her hands; it was almost like they were superglued to the surface. And every time she would resist, the ropes would just clench her harder.
    Cherise heard the strange voice projecting above her, telling her over and over again to submit. The poor petite girl didn't even know how she got there. For all she knew, she was drugged and brought there overnight. Whatever happened, she couldn't remember. All she knew was her current surroundings -- wooden walls that showed their age, a green and black spiral being projected on the only white wall in the room in front of her, speakers emitting some weird person's voice, and ropes around her that seemed to be draining her will. Was it really somehow the ropes binding her? Or was it how enticing and tantalizing the slow spiral in front of her was?
    "Submit."
    The voice wasn't pleased. And every time Cherise fought back, she got weaker and weaker. Her body was slowly becoming limp, soft, defenseless. What was so bad about submitting anyways? That was what Cherise always wanted, was it? To belong to someone, to serve them with all her heart. No! She was a fully capable lady who wasn't some worker drone.
    "N...no..." Once again, Cherise's body fell slack as the ropes tightened around her. She shook her head. She had to stay awake. There was no way she could fall into trance now -- that would mean giving up. "I... I won't..."
    The voice quieted, and Cherise could hear the speaker give out. Was this it? Was she free? Did she finally convince the voice she'd never give up? Before she could get comfortable with that idea, though, the door behind her opened. Cherise wanted to turn around to face her captor, but her body was too tired to even do that. Besides, that spiral looked much more interesting.
    Cherise gasped as some hands came down her neck, onto her shoulders, and soon enough they began fondling her breasts. Cherise tried to struggle to no avail. She was trapped -- bound.
    "Submit," her captor whispered once again.
    "I... you... who are you? What do you want with me?"
    They giggled. "Isn't it obvious?"
    Cherise shook her head -- of course it wasn't obvious. This was some bad joke. "Please, tell me."
    "Submit."
    Before Cherise could stop herself, her body instinctively answered for her. She couldn't bring herself to resist her instincts anymore, what with how good being fondled like an object felt. "Yes. I will."
    Cherise could feel the smirk behind her. "Wonderful." The ropes began coming off, but Cherise still felt bound to the chair. "It's very simple, drone. I'm your new Owner."