Need a House Keeper

Carly felt pain in her shoulder as he pressed her hard against the wall she was trying to fight it and not let him see.

She seen him bring up a collar attached to chain, something you'd see on a dog. Her eyes widen in fear as he spoke "It doesn't need to be like this... if you just say your mine..."

"What the fuck are you talking about" she whimpered "You can't just chain me up, I'm not yours. Now just let me go I don't want this job anymore." Carly was still trying to put on a tough front, but deep down she was scared.

"Mr.Syntar, look just let me leave and I won't say anything to anybody" she started with a tear escaping "but I quit this job" Carly was looking at the collar still in his hand watching him closely
 
A shake of his head was given when she stated that she quit the job. "This isn't the type of job you can just quit.... you can be fired or die... those are the only two ways out...."

Seeing her not struggling with the collar coming at her, it was only a moment before he had the piece of metal about her knocked and swung it locked into place. The key to it safely away.

He would let her go as he moved back a couple of steps to watch her now as she was attached to the wall by a length of chain. It was properly measured to allow her access about the room including the bathroom but trying to step out the door would be the limit.

"I know that collar may be uncomfortable... though once you understand your place... you can have others of more... comfortable material."
 
Carly felt the coldness and metal snap around her neck and he muttered something not being able to quit and only being fired or die. She quickly went to it fingers trying to pry it off from around her neck.

"What the fuck is this" she looked at him scared now. She walked to him only to be stopped by the length of the chain.

She pulled the chain some more like it was going to magically give way from the wall. Carly then tried the collar again.

"Listen" Carly was unable to control herself now and tears were flowing "I don't want your fucking job anymore, I don't want a more comfortable collar either" she paced the room chain dragging around making that clinking sound.

"I'm not a dog to be chained up like this" trying to pull the chain again then an idea came across her face as she looked to Mr.Syntar.

"Fine you don't want to let me go" she looked at him "I'll just go call 911 and tell them what you've done" and Carly went to her bag to look for her phone.
 
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