“I can pay…I can pay!” yelled a young man with a bag over his head and his arms restrained as he was dragged down a hallway toward a distant room. The doors swung open as the two much larger men slammed him into a chair before restraining his arms and legs. They then put restraints over his chest and finally they removed the bag and restrained his head.
He had to blink multiple times as a bright LED light was shinning directly into his face making it impossible to see.
“So your Mr. Johnson or are you Mr. Smith?” came a voice from behind the light.
“I am…” spurted the man
“Don’t worry, we know who you really are.” Stated the voice “You’re the man who stole some credit cards to pay for our girls to go on dates with you.”
“I….I….” spurted the man
“Well good news, you will not be charged with credit card thief.” Stated the voice “The police where only a few blocks away from your apartment before our agents got you. Bad news is that our agents got you.”
“What…what are you going to do to me?” inquired the scared man
“Get you to pay us back.” Stated the voice “See we had to refund the money to the people you stole the cards from and we always get our money back.”
“I have the money…take…..” spurted the man
“No you don’t and working that dead end job means you will never have the money to pay us back for all the dates you ordered.” stated the voice “But there I have good news for you, again, now you will be working for us.”
“What...ok, what do you want me to do.” Stated the man confused.'
“Not sure yet, waiting on word from higher ups.” Said the voice as the sound of a metal tray being pushed across the floor filled the air. “last time we had someone one like, we turned them into one of our girls, now he…well she gets to enjoy all the dates she want and if she says anything well…that is what the micro chip in the brain is for.”
“What?” inquired the man scared.
“The one before that, well…there was a very rich man who wanted a permanent cat girl for his own harem.” stated the voice “A couple of injections and we had our money back and he was stuck as a sexy lion women off to spend the rest of her life as a play thing. The one before that was a women who wanted a centaur sex slave and still another wanted a living sex doll. So your fate could be about anything."
“My God…” said the man
“It is more science then God.” Stated the voice as the phone rang. “Ah…that is the higher ups in the collection department lets see where you will be heading too.”