Mary was at home, pissed.
The new girl at the coffee shop, Tiffany, had looked down her nose at her, as she walked in in her full Goth regalia.
“Oh, another one of those half dead wannabes…”, she had said, disdainfully.
Her cup had been labelled as ‘Dead Mary.’
“Come back when you get a life”, said the woman, dismissively. Her colleagues had all laughed, as well…
She was still angry now. She decided to use her favourite pastime, Facebook, to cheer her up. On one of the feeds, however, she saw a strange advert…
“Had problems with insults or vile comments? Been physically abused, or bullied? Want to get your own back, but don’t know how, or afraid you’ll get in trouble? Contact Revenge-R-Us. We will take care of everything for you. First booking is free.”
Mary thought it was just a prank, or some kind of scam. Even so, for a laugh, she entered the details of the coffee shop, the name of the barista that had served her, and what had happened.
She then went back to work and forgot all about it. She never saw the message acknowledging her message and the confirmation of her ‘booking’…
Nothing happened for the next few days. One morning, Tiffany was helping out, when someone called her over to the disabled toilet.
“I don’t know what someone’s done in there, but it’s a real mess”, the person said. As the ‘new girl’, it was Tiffany’s job to keep the toilets clean, so she had a quick look in, sniffed, stuck an ‘Out of Order’ sign on the door and got the cleaning kit.
As soon as she entered the toilet to clean it, however, the door was locked behind her and a cloth pressed over her mouth…
She awoke in darkness. Completely unable to move. Her arms and legs felt restrained, somehow, and something tight was round her neck. There was also something in her mouth…
There was a trickling noise. Warm liquid suddenly splashed into her mouth…
Coughing, she swallowed it. She tried to talk, but the tube between her lips and jaws stopped her from doing so. The trickling came again…
She tried to move.
“Hold still, slave, or I’ll piss all over you instead of just into the funnel”, came a quiet voice. Tiffany whimpered in fear…
“Yep, toilet seems to be fitted and working ok, now”, the voice said. “Better lock you in, though; someone can find you later…”
Tiffany whined and frantically struggled to move, but she was held tight. She heard the toilet door open, then close. She then heard it being locked from the outside…!
Tiffany was on her knees in the toilet for an hour. It was only when her supervisor realised how long she had been cleaning it that he went over to check. Finding the door locked, he knocked; as he got know answer, he used his key to open it.
The yell of surprise could be heard right through the shop…
“Maddie. Dial 999. NOW!”
The woman did, not asking why. Then she looked in the toilet…
She screamed, then fainted. The supervisor just managed to catch her…
Tiffany was there, naked, kneeling on the floor of the toilet. A metal bar had been bolted to the existing toilet, and to a solid metal collar round Tiffany’s neck. The collar was holding on a ‘toilet slave’ hood that was also padlocked on to her, the collar holding her head straight, so the funnel was in the right place for people to urinate in. A set of straps also fastened round the existing toilet; these were attached by padlocks to cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Wrists and ankles were also joined together by an X shaped strap, to stop her struggles being effective. As a final touch a bar was fastened between her breasts, and a toilet roll was fitted on this.
The staff tried to get her free; no-one could undo the padlocks, however.
Mary, sitting at one of the tables, had had no idea what was going on until the manager shouted for help.
There was then a Facebook notification on her phone, with a picture of Tiffany as a toilet…
“All done. The next one’s chargeable.”
Suddenly realising what was going on, Mary went pale.
“Oh god, what have I done…”