I sit at Luisa's feet as Michael explains the rules, and it starts to sink in that I am a slave, or that I will be soon. My seventeen hours is almost up. I really can't focus on anything save making Luisa happy- in fact I have resumed massaging her feet- so I am blown away with surprise when she unlocks the collar from my neck.

'Well fuck. What do I do now?' I think to myself. I sit there naked, thinking a touch longer. It was kind of strange being a naked slave, but there's something alltogether wrong about being plain old naked Jason in front of everyone else.

I dash out of the dining room and back up the steps towards first my room, then Luisa's. I don't see my backpack, clothes, or the key that might possibly lead me to the damnable chalice in either room.

"Shit!"