The Conditioning Room

She thought she was buying freedom.
Instead, she paid for her cage.

Lilah West signed the contract for a hundred thousand dollars she desperately needed. The fine print gave away her rights—her body, her choices, her voice. She laughed it off, convinced no one would ever collect.
Months later, she wakes in a pastel-pink room padded like a dollhouse. Cameras track her every move. A calm voice whispers through hidden speakers:

“Today we learn how to ask nicely, little one. Use your inside voice, and Daddy will hear you.”

Obedience earns warmth. Disobedience earns punishment. Every rule broken strips away a piece of her identity. Every reward blurs the line between hate and need. And when she finally whispers please, she realizes it isn’t just compliance he wants.

It’s her. Entirely.