Every morning, Jean went for a walk. She couldn't go very far with the chain of course, it was so short she couldn't even stand, but it allowed her to waddle over from her resting spot to the little hole that acted as her toilet. She hated relieving herself there because she had to always keep the room clean. If it wasn't clean and started to smell she'd be punished. She had to squat herself in such a way that everything went in, and the whole thing was just extra effort she didn't need. Once done, she crawled back to her little resting corner; the place where it was most comfortable for her to lie down with her chains.

At first she had been scared, absolutely horrified by this new life. Inside this tiny room, with nothing but her chains and the hole. She wore a metal collar, with a chain connecting to the wall, but that one wasn't the problem. It gave her the full length of the room. No, the problem was the other chain that connected down across her body that connected to the shackles on her legs. The chain was too short so she could only just about stoop with some strain and effort, so it was easier just crawling and waddling around the place. Naturally her hands were  chained behind her back, with a length of chain connected to her wrists running around her waist, which in turn connected to the chain running down her torso.

The whole array of chains acted as the perfect limitation of her mobility, and Jean hated it. She wished she was just imprisoned in the room, without the chains! She'd still be a prisoner! Lorraine seemed to like her this way though, and she could never question Lorraine. Jean shuddered at the thought of her punishments. Taking her mind away from that, she focussed on the walls surrounding her. Obviously there wasn't much to them: the most exciting thing being the wall opposite her with its small vent. She assumed it was how she was breathing in this otherwise air-tight room, but she couldn't reach it, nor could she fit through. The other wall opposite had a slight crack, and the lightbulb hanging over her head illuminated some seams and cracks on the concrete roof, but otherwise that was it really. There was the door; the big metal door like something from a submarine, and the little slot that had been likely retrofitted at the bottom of the door, acting as a hole for Lorraine to shove her dog bowl through.

Jean hoped Lorraine wasn't too long with the food today. She wondered what it might be: dog food most likely, although sometimes Lorraine did bring her leftovers! It was a little tricky and demeaning dunking her face into the bowl to eat some leftover lasagne or tofu, but hey it beat the bland meat and doggie treats. She wished she could use her hands, but despite her frustrations she did understand why Lorraine kept her restrained. Any freedom and she might find ways to escape, like maybe finding a fault in the door she could manipulate? No, it made sense that Lorraine kept her like this.

Jean twisted her bare feet around in little circles, her only real exercise inside the room. She looked at her feet, her toenails now so grimy and crooked from years of negligence. God, had it been years? She wasn't sure. Lorraine certainly didn't tell her how long she'd been inside, but it was easily more than months now. Thankfully there were no mirrors or even windows that she could look at to see her reflection. She hated to think what she must look like now. She looked down at her filthy nude body, her large breasts pale from lack of sunlight, her  light-haired bush unpruned and unkempt. Her once lovely hair was now matted and oily. She hated the feeling of it on her head and shoulders. Maybe she should ask Lorraine to just shave it all off? Jean didn't like the idea of her former beauty being degraded further, but the thought of her hair being so foul made her physically ill. Then again, Lorraine seemed to like Jean being dirty. She said it reminded her of her station, so she never once gave her water to clean herself with, the only water she ever saw being in the dog bowl to drink.

She knew she had been beautiful once, despite Lorraine's claims to the contrary. At 21 she had been the belle of the ball, falling from one handsome boyfriend to the next. Jean had always loved her blossoming sexuality, and revelled in it, enjoying amazing sex with incredible men. Her breasts had been big and firm, her body curvy but still athletic. Men would do anything for her, and she made sure they did! She sighed, that all seemed so far away now. God she wished she could masturbate, but with her hands bound there was no way to reach herself. Sometimes she did manage to manoeuvre the chain connected to her leg shackles to rub against her pussy, but it wasn't ideal. The metal just felt cold and sterile. She remembered one time when Lorraine had actually fingered her as a present for her good behaviour. It had been Heavenly, and she'd cum in moments. All the time she had thought of her betrothed.

Simon, she breathed. You were the one. They had announced their engagement to their families on a beautiful cruise ship that Simon owned. He was a wealthy entrepreneur, but she loved him despite his fortune, not because of it. He was so shy and sensitive, like a boy excited about his latest hobby. She adored him and missed him terribly. When Lorraine had told her that she and Simon were dating, she'd cried for days. Not only had he moved on from her, he'd started a relationship with her captor?!

As time passed, she'd gotten used to the idea, especially as Lorraine would tell her all about their dates. It was strange, but she started to live vicariously through Lorraine, imagining herself in the beautiful hotels and fancy restaurants, attending important social events with extraordinarily powerful people. Naturally she resented Lorraine for stealing her life and fiancee, but when Simon proposed to Lorraine and Lorraine showed her the engagement ring, Jean's heart fluttered like she had been proposed to all over again. Lorraine showed her naked captive all the beautiful photos from their wedding, Lorraine's lovely bridal gown and Simon looking smart in his suit. Jean saw the look of true happiness in Simon's smile, and was so happy for him. If Lorraine gave Simon that happiness, could she really hate her?

Jean knew this line of thinking was crazy. Lorraine had kidnapped her, stripped her naked, covered her in chains and locked her in a concrete room where she had to shit in a hole and eat dog food! She remembered her initial terror, waking up in this cold, confined Hell, her bare skin shivering against the solid floor. She'd screamed and screamed and screamed for help, but no one heard her. To this day she didn't know where she was; whether she was in a basement somewhere or even if she was underground! For all she knew, she was in Lorraine's house and Simon was on the other side of the wall! She swooned at that idea, that her love was actually nearby.

She would never want him to see her like this, of course. At first she'd been desperate to escape, pulling on her chains as hard as she could and trying to find any flaw in the room she could exploit. She had tried to kill Lorraine, in a totally fruitless attempt. With her hands bound behind her back there wasn't much she could do, so when tried to slam herself into Lorraine with her full body weight it only resulted in laughter,

"Oh you silly bitch," Lorraine had cackled, "There's no way for you to escape. Those shackles are screwed shut, meaning I'm your only means of survival. Kill me, and you kill yourself."

Then she'd beaten her. The beatings had been pretty frequent at first, with Lorraine instructing Jean that any bad behaviour would be met with strict and violent corporal punishment. Jean now lived in terror at the thought of Lorraine's belt or strap. She'd always endeavoured to be a good girl recently, but it had been a slow and painful learning process, and she still got slapped or kicked if she dirtied the room at all. The rules were simple: be quiet, keep the room clean, accept what you are given without question, and always refer to Lorraine as Goddess.

That had been the most galling part for the headstrong Jean,

"Fuck you if you think I'm going to call a psycho bitch like you a Goddess!" she'd screamed at her kidnapper.

Jean flinched at the memory, thinking of the welts and bruises she had amassed as a consequence. How could she have been so stupid, provoking Lorraine like that? Yes, her pain had always been her fault. Always. Still, she could never get used to calling Lorraine "Goddess".

They'd first met in High School, and had become quick friends. Thick as thieves, they'd shared everything together: their highest hopes and darkest secrets. They'd talked about boys they liked, dressed each other up and prepared their makeup together for parties. They went to the movies together, played sports together, even made love together when they'd got drunk watching rom coms. Neither of them were lesbians but that was just how strong their bond had been. They had been best friends forever, so Jean could never wrap her head around calling her friend anything other than the name she'd known as a teenager.

She remembered when she'd begged and pleaded for Lorraine to let her go,

"Lor- I mean- Goddess. Please! We were best friends! Please let me go! I promise I won't tell anyone!"

Lorraine had just smiled a nasty, mirthless smile,

"Oh Bitch, I'm still your best friend. I'm your only friend!"

It had been Simon of course. Lorraine had never told her then, but she'd always been jealous of Jean's beauty and the attention she got from men. Lorraine was attractive as well, but in more of a bluestocking way with her brown hair and glasses. She just couldn't compete with the fair-haired High School Queen. So when Jean had announced her engagement with Simon, that had been the last straw. Jean had always been into the jocks, the outgoing, the athletes and the tough guys. Sensitive bookish types had been Lorraine's territory, so when Jean started dating Simon, the man Lorraine had had a crush on for years, that had been the moment Lorraine knew she needed to act. Jean had been totally oblivious to all this, and had been genuinely shocked when Lorraine told her her true feelings for Simon.

She's always been so aloof around him! Jean had assumed Lorraine just wasn't interested and probably thought Jean could do better. It was in her power to find a more physically attractive guy who also happened to have tonnes of money. Maybe that was also what irritated her? The fact that she could pick anyone, and she just happened to fall in love with the one Lorraine had a shot with. She supposed it made sense, although why she had to kidnap her to make the relationship happen, she had no idea.

The worst part of this ordeal was the boredom. There was nothing to do inside her concrete cage! It was like a boring class at school that you just ran down the clock for, except she didn't even have a clock! Day and night were one and the same here, her only indication that it was daylight being her morning breakfast, usually consisting of toast and water. All she had were her daydreams and memories. Like today she wondered what kind of animal would she have liked to be? It was stupid but it was a question she'd pondered ever since she'd arrived here. At first she'd wished she was a bird so she could fly away forever, but now she wasn't so sure. She'd been here so long, could she ever leave? Now she saw herself as a turtle, staying in place but protected. She liked that thought. Shielded from the world.

Lorraine always called her "Bitch" or her "little bitch in heat." She still made fun of her for feeling so horny,

"Aww little Bitch needs her cunny rubbed?"

It was strange realising she was very much a house-pet to Lorraine; something to be fed and watered and sheltered, living in her own filth like a pig. "God you reek!" Lorraine would sneer. Jean wouldn't know, she'd become used to the smell long ago. Besides it was Lorraine's own fault that she didn't allow Jean a means of cleaning herself. Would it really kill her to give her a sponge and some soap? If that happened, Lorraine would have to clean her herself, or she'd have to free Jean's hands and let her do it. No. There was no way either of those things were happening.

Jean's ears pricked up. She'd become so sensitive to what little movements she could hear outside she knew instinctively that it was Lorraine! She wondered if she would come in today. She hoped she would! Despite the fact that Lorraine was her kidnapper, Jean still felt excited at her coming into the room. Sometimes she would just chuck the food bowl in through the slot and that would be the only interaction of the day, so Lorraine coming in and actually talking to her broke up the tedious routine. Obviously Jean hoped it wasn't a precursor for a beating, but then she had been a good girl recently! The room was clean and she had been on her best behaviour!

Waddling over to the wall opposite the door, Jean positioned herself to be as presentable as she possibly could, kneeling with her bare buttocks pressed firmly against her feet, chest high and face lowered. Lorraine didn't approve of her looking her in the eye and it had taken a few beatings to get the message sunk in. Now Jean knew better, and made herself ready for the visit, whether it was a short or long one.

The door was unlocking! This wasn't just a food visit, she was coming in!

There she was, Lorraine! Only looking at her feet, Jean knew it was her.  She was in her classic sports trainers (Lorraine always preferred wearing these when visiting her pet) and a simple pair of denim jeans (again, something she didn't care about soiling). Jean stole a quick glance up as Lorraine shut the door behind her. She was looking positively regal in a gorgeous-looking coat. Jean wondered what make it was; it was clearly a brand that Simon must have bought her. She was so pretty, with her glossy brown hair trimmed at her shoulders, her glasses accentuating her defined facial features. Jean noticed her bristle her nose at her stench, and lowered her head down in shame. She was so pathetic by comparison to this angelic being, this Queen, this Goddess,

"How are we today, Bitch?" Lorraine asked as she placed the new dog bowl on the floor. Pasta! Oh how wonderful, she had brought her leftovers! She must be in a good mood,

"I am content, my Goddess," Jean replied as she had been instructed,

"That's good," Lorraine cooed, looking her kneeling pet up and down, "it's good to see you've prettied yourself up for me,"

"I am not pretty, Goddess," Jean expressed in a mantra, "I am worthless and ugly and undeserving,"

"Yes it's true," Lorraine smiled, "It's good that I rescued you from the world,"

"Yes Goddess. Thank you for saving me from the horrors of life." Jean had been taught this throughout her time here. Lorraine had actually done her a service bringing her here. Outside was full of difficulty: hate, deception, rejection, fear, anger, sorrow and loss. In this room, she had no such issues. All she had to worry about was pleasing Lorraine.

Of course, Jean had rejected this wholeheartedly. Lorraine had ruined her life, tearing her away from her true love and turning her into an animal, but as the time rolled by...her mind began not quite to accept the idea, but she did start to appreciate it. Yes, I am better off here. I don't have to worry about a job or marriage or family or anything. I'm safe here. Lorraine...looks after me.

Even if she did leave, what then? What kind of life could she expect out there now, after so long? Could she even function in the sunlight? Would her eyes ever be able to adjust? And people! There were so many people out there! What would they think of her being trussed up like this, naked and chained and shitting in a hole? They'd laugh at her, mock her for her weakness, see her for the pathetic wretch she was! Here, she was safe from their contempt. Safe from them all,

"I have a surprise for you," Lorraine chuckled, putting her hand in her jacket pocket. Jean was stunned: a surprise? She didn't sound angry, so she doubted it was a new rod to beat her with. A nice surprise? Surely that wasn't right, was it?

She watched in awe as Lorraine slinked out a long length of chain and held it up for Jean to see. The captive was puzzled,

"I don't understand, sweet Goddess?"

"That's because you're stupid, Bitch."

"Yes, Goddess, I am stupid."

"I'm going to add this to your torso chain, giving you some more mobility."

Jean was astounded, so this meant...this meant she could...

"Once it's attached, you'll be able to stand up straight again."

Jean fell to the floor, bowing down and kissing Lorraine's shoes,

"Oh thank you sweet Goddess! Thank you so much for this wonderful gift!" lifting herself up, she pondered, "but why, dear Goddess?"

Lorraine had never given her anything like this before. The chains she was wearing now were the same chains she'd worn at the start of her imprisonment,

"Why, it's your birthday, Bitch!"

Her birthday?! Jean was dumbfounded. They'd never done birthdays before. The days had gone one day after another, and besides obvious tells like Lorraine wearing more wintery or summery clothes, there was no way for Jean to tell what day it was. But this also meant...

"Yes that's right, Bitch," Lorraine had noticed her expression, this is your fifth anniversary!"

Five years! So that meant she was now twenty-eight! It had been on her twenty-third birthday that she had been taken.

Lorraine set to work undoing the front chain on Jean's collar as she patiently waited, still kneeling. It wasn't like she could attack her or anything, her arms were still chained and her neck collared to the wall. She wondered if she even could stand anymore, her back would definitely scream bloody murder the first time she tried,

"Permission to speak, my Goddess?" she attempted nervously. Lorraine had given her this right, although it was Lorraine's prerogative on how she would answer,

"Permission granted, my little Bitch,"

"Has it really been five years, sweet Goddess?"

Lorraine smiled at her, a strange genuine smile,

"Yes it has Bitch. I rescued you five years ago to this very day."

Rescue. That was how Lorraine always characterised it. Jean supposed it made her feel better about kidnapping her and chaining her up.

"Thank you Goddess," she responded dutifully,

"Of course Bitch. It was the right thing to do."

Even in her submissive state, Jean doubted that. She'd been happy with Simon after all. They'd announced the engagement just weeks before, then celebrated her Birthday with a huge party at a classy hotel by the seaside. How the champagne had flowed that night! She could still feel it going to her head. She'd been dressed in this absolutely stunning cocktail dress that Simon had got for her as a present. It was pink satin, rolling down to her ankles with one leg free. She felt a tear drop down her cheek involuntarily at the thought,

"Apologies, My Goddess. I did not mean to cry!" she hurried out quickly, already fearing the worst. Instead Lorraine, uncharacteristically, continued to smile and gently wiped the tear from Jean's cheek, knowing she couldn't reach it herself. It was almost like she was consoling her best friend,

"What are you thinking about, Bitch?" she asked lovingly,

"That beautiful dress, dear Goddess" Jean choked,

"Ah yes. That was a shame," Lorraine relented, not saying anything else.

It had been towards the end of the party when Jean had received a text message from Lorraine, saying she had a surprise for her in the car park. Top secret though, so don't mention this to anyone! She'd been pretty drunk and hadn't thought much of it, but naturally she decided to play along, just saying to Simon and their friends that she was going to the bathroom. She was actually so excited that Lorraine had decided to come because she'd had to call in sick for the party, much to Jean's disappointment. She'd wondered if the "sickness" had actually been a ruse so Lorraine could sneak in an awesome cake she'd baked herself or something. She was so happy that she had such a wonderful friend in Lorraine.

When she got to the car park, she received another text message saying Lorraine was outside because she hadn't wanted to pay for parking. This was a little weird but sure, Jean's wine-soaked brain didn't think it over too much. Now she just wanted to get back to the party, but she exited the car park and looked around the street, very cold in her cocktail dress. She didn't see Lorraine's car at all. Her phone rang. Another text.

"My car's parked in the alleyway between the hotel and the store. Love L <3"

Even then, Jean had known she should just return to the party. Whatever stupid prank Lorraine had been trying to pull wasn't worth standing out in the night air for. Except...she was her best friend...and whatever she had planned would be pretty cool. Maybe she was doing an edgy Batman thing? Ooh what if she'd got her a Catwoman outfit!? Curiosity spurred her on, so she ventured towards the alleyway.

To her relief Lorraine appeared just as she turned the corner,

"Oh thank God," she'd laughed, "I thought you were secretly an axe murderer or something!"

Lorraine laughed in return but it seemed a little forced. She was dressed in a hoodie and a dark pair of pants. Jean started to wonder what was really going on, but before she could say anything Lorraine looked Jean up and down and said,

"You're stunning, Jean. I'm so happy for you." Tears appeared in her eyes,

"Oh Lorraine..." Jean embraced her best friend and held her tight, "thank you so much!"

"I have something I want to show you," Lorraine whispered into her ear,

"Only if you promise to come to the party," Jean giggled,

Lorraine gestured at her car, which was parked just behind her. The trunk was open,

"It's in the trunk," Lorraine said, "I hope you like it."

"Ooh mysterious," Jean had teased. She was excited to see the surprise and stuck her head into the shadowy compartment. Except...the trunk was empty? What was going on? Suddenly a hand closed over her mouth! She struggled and tried to scream, but she quickly felt very woozy. There was a strange smell coming from the hand, it was intoxicating...she remembered losing focus, and then nothing. Out like a light.

Jean didn't remember what happened next, but over the years Lorraine pieced together the gaps for her. Once Jean had bent down to look inside the trunk, Lorraine quickly prepared her cloth and chloroform. She reached around and pressed the cloth firmly against Jean's mouth, holding it in place until the struggling stopped. She gently allowed Jean to slump into the trunk, then lifted her legs up to fit her inside. Now she had to work quickly. She'd doused the cloth awash with chloroform but she couldn't be certain how much it would take. First thing's first. She placed Jean's phone on the ground and proceeded to smash it into little pieces. She picked the pieces up, slammed the trunk shut, got into the car and started driving.

It had been a rental, under a false name and ID. She couldn't risk using her own car for this. She pulled her hoodie up and wore sunglasses, making sure that if anyone did see the car on CCTV, they'd assume it was a mysterious man, and not a 23-year-old brunette. When she'd learned about the hotel's location she'd scouted it out, and determined that the alleyway was free of security cameras. The last the world ever saw of Jean Havers was in the car park, drunkenly stumbling about into places unknown.

Lorraine never told Jean this, but the room was actually in her family home. She'd discovered it after her mother died and she'd inherited the house. It was an old fallout shelter, built during the Cold War when whichever previous occupant had freaked out about nuclear war and built a miniature bunker under their house. It was below even the basement, underneath a trap door which you needed a ladder to climb down through. This led to an impressively long concrete corridor until finally you reached the room, which could be sealed with a large metal door. Besides a toilet and a light-bulb, the room had been pretty sparse, but it did have an air-filtration system that made it all breathable.

Upon finding this, Lorraine had hit upon a revelation. Jean had just started dating Simon and there was no way in Hell that Blonde Bimbo would steal him from her! She began to prepare the room, sawing a small hole at the bottom of the door for her to fit a slot onto. Then she removed the toilet, leaving the hole in its place. She'd actually been impressed by that: the toilet led straight into the main network of pipes in the community. To the outside world, it just looked like any other normal plumbing.

In any case, she wasn't going to give the bitch the luxury of a toilet! So off to the local dump it went! Finally, she fitted a heavy anchor point to the wall, preparing the chain she would use upon Jean's arrival. She was very proud of herself, getting the place prepared by Jean's birthday. She was angry that they'd already announced the wedding, but she'd just have to make do with the mourning would-be widower. He'd forget about her eventually, she told herself.

Between the seaside town and Lorraine's house was a long stretch of forest which the main road cut through. The perfect place to hide her own car and destroy the rental. She removed Jean's still-slumbering body and placed her in her own trunk. Then she'd doused the rental in gasoline and set it alight, leaving the pieces of Jean's phone inside to crackle and burn. There would be some suspicion but the rental company would move on when they realised she'd used a fake name. She'd even worn a wig when she'd picked it up! Once the car was ablaze, Lorraine continued to her home in her own car.

It was dead-of-night when she arrived back and quietly parked her car in her old family home garage. She breathed a sigh of relief. The hard part was over. She'd not passed anyone on the road and no cops had stopped her. It was all so perfect, like the Heavens themselves supported her actions. Well why wouldn't they? Simon and her were destined for one another, not this free-loading bitch!

God she had been such a heavy skank, like a sack of potatoes. The hardest part had been lowering Jean's unconscious body down into the bunker, it taking all of Lorraine's energy not to drop her. She'd hate for the bitch to die cracking her head on the concrete when she'd had this all planned out for her. Thankfully, she was able to place the body down gently, then followed after her down the ladder. Once there, she dragged the body into its new home.

Jean had cried when Lorraine told her the next part. Inside the room, Lorraine immediately began to tear apart Jean's satin dress. It couldn't be neatly cut up, she needed it shredded and torn. It took some doing as she tugged at it, but soon she heard the satisfying rip of the soft material. Lorraine breathed in the sweet jasmine smell of Jean's perfume. Enjoy it while it lasts, she'd sniggered. You won't be smelling that sweet for long. With the dress off, Lorraine tore off Jean's expensive silk bra and panties. Again she sneered at the little tramp's pretensions: how could she possibly think she was good enough for the finer things in life? She'd been a dumb bitch at school, coasting along on her good looks while Lorraine practically got her through their exams. And then Jean gets to be rich? Fuck that.

Lorraine took a moment to gaze at Jean's totally nude body. She hated how jealous she felt of Jean's bust breasts and curvy hips, her beautiful blonde hair and long, smooth legs. Yes, she would enjoy this next part.

The chains had been lined out prepared on the floor, and Lorraine relished the moment she collared Jean to the wall. The shackles on her wrists and ankles were screwed on one by one, then she connected the chain links together, so one chain connected from the collar to the leg irons, and a chain looped around Jean's waist and connected to the front chain and Jean's wrists. The bitch was not going anywhere anytime soon.

After that, Lorraine gathered up Jean's clothes and shoes. The shoes she left in the concrete corridor. She couldn't risk anyone coming across them and recognising them. The underwear she burned in her fireplace. The dress would be a little more tricky.

Alarms had already been raised about Jean's disappearance, as she had quite literally vanished from her own party. No one suspected foul play yet, but there was concern about where a drunk woman might end up in a seaside town. Lorraine knew it would be suspicious if her car was seen in the middle of the night, so she slept the rest of the night in bed, dreaming pleasant dreams of naked women screaming in captivity.

The next morning she got up, went out and did some grocery shopping, the shreds of satin dress in her handbag. She made sure to say hello to the shop girl, mentioning how much better she felt after her illness the day before, then took her car and drove several miles down the coast, to a beach that took all sorts of flotsam from the tide. That's where she deposited the satin dress, letting the fragments drift away in the shallow salt water to be dredged up who knew where?

She drove home and realised with some morbid delight that there was a young woman in her basement, trapped and helpless without her! It was wonderful! She owned another human being! And not just any human being, but the so-called "best friend" of hers that had stolen the love of her life! If she hadn't been on high alert she'd have cracked open a bottle of wine. No. That day she had to be vigilant.

At 11am Simon called, asking if she'd seen Jean. Lorraine thrilled at the sound of her love's voice over the phone,

"No, I haven't seen her," she said, sounding concerned, "everything okay?"

"Well...we don't know yet..." Simon stuttered, clearly worried, "no one's seen her since last night...she'd had a drink..."

"Oh God..." Lorraine feigned, "this is bad. I'll come over now."

She remembered feeling very anxious that day, but not for the same reason everyone else was. What if she'd missed something? What if the police found some evidence? What if they linked the burned-out car to Jean's disappearance? She knew she had to play it cool but any one thing could go wrong and blow her whole plan sky-high.

She'd held Simon's hand as they reported Jean missing to the police. That evening there was a news broadcast asking anyone if they'd seen Jean Havers? Footage of her stumbling through the car park was shown, with one confused partygoer stating that she'd heard Jean say she was going to the bathroom, so why had she been in the car park? That had been the most dangerous part, potentially having Jean mention that she was going out to see Lorraine, but she knew Jean. She wouldn't break their trust if she asked her to keep something secret.

Resting with her feet up in her living room, Lorraine laughed... Oh Jean...if only you hadn't been so trusting!

She'd looked at the time, Oh wow it was almost midnight! She should probably, finally, check up on her new acquisition. She shivered euphorically just thinking about it, like a kid after their first successful shoplifting!

The experience had been a little different for Jean of course. When she woke up, she was struck by a horrific headache. She blinked, her groggy eyes trying to focus in the oddly bright environment. She'd felt...cold...like her body was pressed against marble? She'd tried to move around but just...couldn't? There was something on her neck, and something cold running against her breasts and stomach. She'd taken about a minute to realise what was happening, and let out an almost guttural shriek of fright. WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT ARE THESE CHAINS?! WHY AM I NAKED?! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS ROOM?! OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT! She hyperventilated, taking in breaths a mile a second.

What's going on oh God I'm naked why am I naked did someone kidnap me I saw Lorraine I was looking in her car someone grabbed me oh God was Lorraine okay what if they got Lorraine too oh God oh fuck!

Her mind had raced with the horrible possibilities. Was it some kind of sex pervert, or serial killer? Was this some kind of sick experiment, had she been abducted by the government? Or aliens? Why had she been chained like this? She couldn't even stand up properly!

She had screamed and cried and wailed for hours, tugging at her chain and banging on the door, but no one heard her. No one came in. She could just about reach the wall with the air vent, but with her arms chained behind her back she couldn't actually touch it. She noticed the hole in the floor. Oh God that wasn't what she thought it was for, was it? After all the excitement of the night before, she desperately needed to pee.

Feeling humiliated at the thought of squatting like an animal, she attempted her first urination in the room. She completely missed the hole and her piss puddled all over the floor. Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh God this wasn't real, this was all a dream! It had been her birthday, she couldn't go from the best birthday party of her life to being naked in a room with her own piss?! This could not be real!

She'd collapsed on the floor from exhaustion and realised with horror that she was hungry. They weren't going to starve her to death were they? Whoever "they" were? Why go to all the trouble of chaining her up if they just wanted to kill her? This was her only comfort as she lay on the piss-soaked concrete floor.

That was how Lorraine found her when she finally returned, almost exactly twenty-four hours after she had brought her there. Naturally she had been not impressed by Jean's complete inability to piss in the hole. She made a mental note to punish her for that later. Her first infraction in the room.

Jean had been so fatigued from the previous day she barely registered who it was that had entered the room. Only when she heard Lorraine's voice did she brighten up. Oh thank God! Lorraine's here! She's somehow found me and she's come to rescue me! I knew I could count on my best friend! She forced herself up, beaming from ear to ear when she saw her bespectacled captor,

"Oh Lorraine! Thank God you're safe! I was so worried they'd got you too!"

She noticed Lorraine smirk, which took her aback a bit, but figured she must have just been laughing at her appearance. Yes she must have looked pretty ridiculous all chained up like this,

"This is so crazy right? I don't know what's happening but I'm so glad you found me! We better get out of here though! Do you have a key for the chains?"

Lorraine was still smiling at her, an eerie, disconcerting smile that left Jean feeling perturbed. Was Lorraine okay? What was wrong? Why was she looking at her like that? Like she was a piece of prime cut steak she was about to dine on?

"Lorraine? Are you okay?"

Her best friend finally spoke,

"From now on, you will only refer to me as Goddess."

Lorraine was finished connecting the new links to Jean's chain,

"Now, bitch, why don't you try walking around?"

"Thank you, sweet Goddess. I...I will try."

Jean wasn't sure she'd even be able to stand, it had been so long since she had. Gently pressing herself up against the wall, she straightened her back higher and higher. It clicked and cracked, making her wince with pain, but she couldn't disappoint Lorraine. She hoisted herself with one last push and almost groaned with agony. Despite that, it was worth it. She was standing! She was actually standing straight again! She wasn't in the perpetual stupor she'd been in for years. This new mobility was so freeing, so intoxicating, Lorraine really was a Goddess!

"Oh thank you my Goddess! Thank you so much for my birthday present!"

Lorraine returned her pet's adoration with a strange affectionate glance. It was nice seeing her bitch so happy, especially on this day,

"Now remember bitch. Just because you can stand up straight now doesn't mean you can ever look me in the eye."

"Of course my Goddess, of course," Jean hastily lowered her eyes,

"And just because you can stand doesn't mean you're human. You will always be less than human."

"Yes my Goddess. I am worthless trash. You have saved me from my miserable existence."

Lorraine reached up and stroked Jean's cheek,

"You have been very good lately. It cannot be said that I am not a kind and rewarding Goddess."

"Yes my Goddess. You are so beautiful and loving."

"If you continue your good behaviour, I might have some more surprises for you in the future."

"Thank you Goddess! Thank you!"

"Now kneel. I have given you this one moment to stand by me, but if you ever stand at full height in my presence again, you will be punished. Understand?"

Jean fell to the floor immediately,

"Yes dear Goddess!" she started kissing Lorraine's trainers again, "I love you, my wonderful Goddess!"

The satin dress had been discovered a week after the search for Jean began. It was washed up on the shore several miles from where Lorraine had dumped it, apparently pulled back and forth by the tides. Once it was confirmed as Jean's the search for her was called off. Whether it was suicide or a drunken accident, it was clear to everyone that the unfortunate Jean Havers had fallen into the water and drowned. Her body could have easily been swept up in the currents, so it was likely that they'd never find her. Hell it was incredible that they'd even discovered the dress!

Simon was distraught, and so was Lorraine. She had lost her best friend in the whole wide world. There they were, two people bound together by grief. Both of them spoke at Jean's memorial service, with Lorraine talking about all the wonderful shared memories she had with Jean. She had been like a little sister, she'd said. She would never fill the hole that this loss had punctured inside of her.

She cried to Simon, saying how, if only she'd been at the party, if only she hadn't been ill, she might have stopped Jean! Simon hugged her, consoling her in tears, telling her it wasn't her fault. How could she have known? How could any of them have known that that day would end in tragedy?

Lorraine howled with laughter when she showed Jean the newspaper headline pronouncing her dead. The now battered and bruised Jean could only stare and listen in horror as her "best friend" read out the articles, saying how she'd committed suicide or fallen drunkenly into the sea. Lorraine's favourite had been an entire column written about how we should all think about others more,  how we should consider ways of showing our appreciation for one another, because we never know what they might be feeling inside,

"You're dead now Bitch. From now on, you belong to me."

When Lorraine left the room, Jean immediately gulped down the bowl of pasta she'd been left. She couldn't believe how kind Lorraine had been. Now with a bit more strength from the leftovers, she was able to force herself up to her full height again. It was painful but worth it, she couldn't believe how just a few extra links of metal could grant her so much more freedom! Lorraine was so good to her! Jean walked around, play-acting like she was walking down the street,

"How do you do, sir," she nodded as she strolled, "oh excuse me, miss..." It was like she was  human again!

Hang on a second. She paused. You are human. Just because Lorraine put you in this room doesn't mean you're no longer human! That was true...but Lorraine...

You told yourself at the start of this that you would always call her Lorraine in your mind because you refuse to let her take that away from you. Don't you remember?

Yes...yes she did remember. It must have been a few weeks in, and Lorraine had just instructed her again on always calling her Goddess, that she had resolved to never think of her as anything other than "Lorraine". The moment she started calling her Goddess in her head, was the moment she was truly lost. Jean breathed a sigh of relief. Yes, she was still "Lorraine", which meant that she was still human.

"I...am human," she whispered to herself, terrified that Lorraine might hear. She needed to hold onto that.

She sat down to think. Five years. It had actually been five years! She'd always known it was years. Lorraine and Simon had got married for crying out loud, but she'd never really been confronted with the reality before. Her whole life had changed five years ago today. She couldn't get the thought out of her head.

Would she be here another five years? Another ten? God it seemed so long, but she was still a relatively young woman. Twenty-eight, she breathed. Would she be here the rest of her life or would Lorraine ever free her?

No, of course not, don't be silly. She would never free her, and she would die in these chains. She was Lorraine's pet now, her plaything, her Bitch. As was her right.

No, don't think that! She had no right to do this to you!

It's true though! I am her Bitch. I am Nothing! I deserve this!

Please don't think that! Please!

You always knew Lorraine loved Simon but you persisted anyway.

No that wasn't true!

Yes it was! Admit it! You knew Lorraine was infatuated the moment she saw him, but oh no, you just had to charm him with your feminine wiles. You were always more feminine than Lorraine and you always made sure she knew it! You flaunted your sexuality in her face!

No I...No...

She whimpered and curled up into a fetal position. She knew what she was saying was true. She had been a bad friend, so it was only right that she was meted out a punishment. This was a...slightly more extreme punishment than she'd have liked, but it made sense. She'd been a woman of the world, and now she was an animal in a cage, never to even see sunlight again.

The truth was she was scared of leaving now. Not just because of the humiliation and the readjustment, but also because this was her home. She knew every inch of it, and took comfort in it. There was a routine here, a system. Out there was chaos. Lorraine had freed her from that chaos.

For Jean, she was...

She was a Goddess.

There, she'd said it! She was her Goddess, stunning and beautiful and oh so feminine. Jean looked at herself, her oily skin and matted hair and disgusting crotch and ass. She wasn't a woman, she wasn't anything! How could a disgusting non-person like her ever exist in the outside world. She would be an affront to it!

No...she heard a tiny whisper at the back of her mind...you don't believe this...you can't...

What choice do I have?! The only belief that matters in here is the belief that Lorraine is my Goddess! I've suffered enough refusing to accept the reality, well now I'm ready to accept it!

I've been here five years! She'll keep me here another fifty! And maybe...maybe I want her to keep me! Maybe I like being her pet!

The little voice at the back of her head whimpered, but she ignored it.

Goddess is kind. Look at how she gave me that food, how she gave me my mobility! I can walk around again! Maybe if I stay on my best behaviour, she'll give me slightly longer chains for my arms and legs so I can stretch more? I'll need to wait another five years of course, but the wait will be worth it!

She could wait. She had plenty of time.

All the time in the world.