Story 1: Submissive

Chapter 8:

Lisianski was waiting for me the moment I left work. "Time to go home and get back to searching for codes, right?"

I didn't have the heart to tell her that there was no fucking way I was going to get in that cage again. She seemed to be able to sense my plans, though.

"You ARE going to get in the cage, aren't you, subGrrl?"

I continued to ignore her. I thought that if I could get my prescription refill and get back on my medication, then I would be rid of her and her goddamned cage. I could ignore her for a few hours with no problem.

"Did you know, subGrrl, that the only reason people ever stop screaming is because they need to take a breath of air from time to time?" Lisianski asked. "I, however, am only a voice in your head. I don't need to breathe. I could scream constantly without stopping for the rest of your life. La la la la..."

When the bus arrived, I found a seat against the window that I could curl up in.

"Did you know, subGrrl, that the reason people can't talk to two people simultaneously is because they only have one mouth?" Lisianski asked. "I, however, don't use a mouth per se. I can generate multiple voices in your head."

Sure enough: "subGrrl's asking for big trouble, if she stops to get her medicine," the Lisianskis sang in two part harmony. "'Excruciating' describes pain, we'll apply upon her back end."

I lifted my hand to my forehead hoping to squeeze Lisianski out of my brain. The bus was approaching the complex where the pharmacy was located.

"Don't request for the bus to stop, subGrrl," Lisianski warned.

I prayed that someone else would pull the cord to request a stop. At the last moment, I lept up and snatched the cord causing the bell to ring.

"Bitch!" Lisianski growled.

The bus driver slammed on the brakes. I started to get ready to jump off the bus.

I don't know how to describe what happened next. A wall of sound assaulted my brain. It was louder than anything my brain has ever registered - a sound so great that if its source had been a physical disturbance, it would have permanently damaged one's ears. I felt like I my brain had run smack into a steel wall at full speed. My legs gave out and I collapsed onto the floor of the bus.

"Stop!" I cried. "Please stop!"

The noise did stop. I looked up and everyone on the bus was looking at me.

"We are stopped, sweetheart," the bus driver called back to me. "Are you getting off?"

I looked at the open door. "Don't even think about it," Lisianski warned.

I stood up visibly shaking. "No, thanks," I whispered and I fell back into my seat.

I spent the rest of the ride home cursing Lisianski. I didn't care if the other patrons could hear me, I was so pissed. Indeed, when my stop finally arrived I realized that a riderless buffer had grown two rows wide around me.

I was still shaking when I stood in front of my cage. It had been cleaned and the bottle had been refilled. I started to climb on the table to get in, but Lisianski yelled, "Clothes! Take them off."

I pulled off all my clothes, dropping them on the floor and then slithered backwards into the cage.

"Close the door! Lock the padlock!" Resigned, I did as Lisianski commanded.