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I came to slowly, just barely grasping reality as my vision refocused. The first thought that dawned on me was that I felt cold. Cold metal. I felt sluggish. Then I realized: I was in chains.

I had been taken to a hotel room and shacked to the foot of the bed by my wrists. I had similar restraints binding my feet, and I was in a rather uncomfortable position. Twisting and experimenting with my bonds, I found I was able to stand up and sit on the bed, but couldn't get my feet high enough to lay down. I began to adjust to the sensation, and was beginning to grow bored.

Then I realized I was in chains.

Panic set in. How did I get here? Who brought me here? Those were answered easily enough. But why? What had I done to get myself essentially kidnapped? What was that girl going to do to me when she got back? My thoughts began to turn to what she had done to the old man in the alley, and once again I was overcome with fear. I began struggling against the restraints, trying desperately to slip my hands out of the cuffs. In a short time, I slipped so far into irrational fear that I was pulling against the chains like a wild dog, senselessly trying to free myself.

In fact, I was so panicked that I didn't see the key in my face till the hand that held it shoved it into my mouth.

I looked up, seeing the girl, Tamamo, standing over me. She had a frustrated look on her face, like she didn't want to deal with me. I held the key in my mouth like a steel pacifier, motionless as she stared at me, until she motioned for me to use it with a tilt of her head. I dropped the key into my hands and unfastened the wrist cuffs, and bent down to unlock the ankle cuffs, but she stopped me from bending over with a finger on my forehead. Not so easily stopped, I lifted my foot up enough to reach it, eliciting a disappointed sigh from the girl. I promptly let out a similar sigh when I realized the key for the wrists didn't match the shackles around my ankles.

I sat back on the bed, getting a good look Tamamo for the first time. She was relatively tall, at about 5'10", with golden hair and blue eyes. She was slender and curvy, but didn't quite possess that hourglass figure that people seemed to admire so much. She was currently wearing nothing but sheer negligee, and her pert B-cup breasts were clearly visible. She looked mostly human, but was betrayed by a pair of golden-furred ears with white tips atop her head, and a fluffy fox tail swaying idly behind her, coated with the same golden fur as her ears, save for the similar white tip at the end.

"Like what you see?"

I snapped out of my trance with a start, still unsure of my position, "Uh..."

"Well, you better get used to it. I can't let you go until I'm sure I can trust you."

"Yes, ma'am." The reply came effortlessly and without thought. I surprised myself with how submissive I sounded.

"Well, now," She giggled, "No need to be so polite."

I began to feel a bit more comfortable in my position. She didn't seem malevolent, although she wasn't exactly being benevolent, either. She was kind of cute, actually. My eyes kept wandering to what her negligee didn't conceal, and I could feel myself blushing. The silence was unbearable, but I couldn't think of anything to say. I was entirely at the whims of my captor.

"So, wanna go get some okonomiyaki?"

The question struck me dumb. I was chained to a bed in a hotel with a practically naked girl, and she asks me if I wanted...pizza?

"Well?"

"I...I...I don't--"

"Alright, okonomiyaki it is!"

Before I could even react, I was being uncuffed from the bed. Still in shock, I was spun around and pushed toward the door, walking like a zombie. As I was ushered through the door, I idly wondered if the girl was even going to dress herself.

"So, how do I look?"

Rather than be sent further into confusion, this question actually seemed to bring me back to sanity. I turned around and looked at Tamamo. She was wearing a purple blouse, brown jeans, and white tennis shoes. Her ears and tails were nowhere to be seen. I decided not to think too hard on it. Afraid to comment on her appearance, I changed the subject, "So, where's the nearest grill?"

"Oh, he's talking now? And even evading my questions."

Her comment brought another blush to my face, and I cast my eyes back to my feet. For some reason, despite her innocent, girly appearance, I felt almost scared of her. Actually, I was scared of her.

"There's a bar in the hotel, but I'd rather go out for a bit. I need to stretch my legs."

I had to suppress a smile, as my thoughts turned to escape. If we left the hotel, it'd require no great effort to slip into a crowd and disappear, especially in the busy streets of Tokyo. We walked to the elevator in silence. I made the occasional glance in her direction, trying to read her intentions. I was usually pretty good at it, but she was proving to be nigh impossible. She had such an innocent, hyper demeanor. If I hadn't seen it myself, I'd have never guessed she had trash-canned an old man last night.

As the elevator arrived and the doors opened, she practically bounced into the elevator. She really looked quite cute, when she wasn't seething with rage. "Come on!" she said, and I slowly stepped into the elevator, turning around to face the door.

Watching it close shut was like watching the guillotine fall onto my neck.

As I felt my air supply being cut off, I clutched my neck, seeking to find what was choking me. I felt nothing, despite feeling what seemed like a fiber wire around my throat. A far as I could tell, there was nothing around my neck. I turned around, looking at Tamamo, and saw her clutching a thin blue string. It was glowing slightly, as if magical. I winced in pain and took empty gasps as the sharp pressure circling me seemed to widen from as wide as a thread to the width of a collar, and felt it go from simple pressure to a searing pain, as if my flesh was being burned. I would have screamed form the pain, but my air supply was completely cut off. I dropped to my knees, and looked up at my captor. I began to feel my eyes water and my vision blurred. It was harder to think as my air was dwindling, but one thought persisted in my mind: What had I done to deserve this? Just as I was about to pass out, the pressure released. I gasped, and my body went limp. Rather than fall to the floor, however, I felt hands catch my head, and Tamamo rested my head on her legs as she knelt down. I rolled over, looking toward the elevator ceiling, and noticed that the floor indicator hadn't moved at all. I lay panting on the floor, and vaguely heard Tamamo apologizing profusely over the pulse in my ear.

After several minutes of recovery, I was urged to stand by my captor. When I proved still too exhausted to stand on my own, she slid her arms under my own, and lifted me up. My eyes went wide in surprise. I weighed over two hundred pounds and was nearly twice the size of this girl, and she lifted me like a pillow. She set me down on my feet, and I immediately grasped the bar circling the interior of the elevator to keep from falling back down. Close to the side now, I noticed my reflection on the smooth silver metal. I did indeed have marks around my neck. They were strangely intricate and beautiful. I traced my fingers along them, feeling a tingling sensation in my fingers. As I slowly regained strength, I turned around and looked at Tamamo, bearing a mix of fear, anger, and bewilderment on my face.

Answering my unasked question, she began to explain that the markings were, in fact, a sort of "collar". It seemed she still didn't trust me. I guess for good reason, considering the fact that I was thinking about escaping. She then went on to explain no one else could see the markings, nor the magical thread that bound me to her. The pain would go away soon, she said, and she was sincerely sorry for what she caused. I began to felt sorry for her. She genuinely felt remorse for having caused it. In fact, the pain was already gone.

Wait, what was I thinking? She was holding me captive! How could I feel sorry for the gir-- thing that held me captive. I still wasn't sure what she was. I felt the anger I had felt earlier overwhelm my other emotions, and I tensed up, nearly lashing out then and there, but logic held me back: there was nothing I could do right now. Just as I relaxed, however, I found myself flinching again, as she wrapped her arms around my stomach. I realized quickly that it was actually a hug from behind, and relaxed again, if still slightly uncomfortable. After all, it was clear she wasn't human.

I laughed inside when she reached over and hit the button for the lobby. I had almost forgotten we were even in an elevator. We hadn't even been moving this whole time.

As the elevator descended, an awkward silence pervaded the air. She had let go of me, and was facing the door. Neither of us could bear to look at each other, though for different reasons. Apparently, she was ashamed of her actions, while I was angered by them. Just as the silence reached a maddening level, the elevator dinged, seemingly shocking us both back into reality. She stepped out before me, and I followed. As we passed the concierge, I noticed that he spoke alarmingly good English. We stepped outside, and I suddenly found myself suddenly overwhelmed by the openness of the outside. I felt like I had been indoors --nay, imprisoned-- for an alarmingly long time, despite the fact that my PDA, which unfortunately did not have a phone feature, said it was only the next day. I stopped in my tracks, taking in a breath of fresh air. It was rather tasty, despite us only being a short distance from the heart of the city.

"Liberating, isn't it? Being in two worlds, that is," Tamamo said, startling me again.

I turned to look toward her, and she had a rather odd look on her face. It was solemn, but light hearted at the same time. It was almost... motherly. "What do you mean, two worlds?"

"I'll tell you when we get some food."