The three girls' collars unclasped in an instant and clattered to the ground. Both Meena and Quinn's cuffs opened too, releasing them as their vibrators slowed to a halt. Quinn's shoulders finally relaxed for the first time in hours, and she used her newfound freedom to shake off her cuffs and massage her wrists in front of her, rubbing at the indent left by the metal. The open drawer in the kitchen island closed, and all of them were surprised when no new command came. No new toys presented.

There was a collective sigh of relief.

Quinn thought she heard the telltale click of unlocking doors, and walked over to...