Deryck laughs at your tiny form before tossing you in his nearby open gym bag, you look up at the crack of light before his face eclipses it 'Hope you're comfortable bitch cause this is the cosiest it's gonna get with me haha' he says before tossing his sweaty underwear in on top of you covering you in them. All light is eclipsed again as the bag closes, he gets dressed and he hoists it around his neck before leaving shaking your prison.

That's when the smell hits you, the scent of a man's workout clothes not to mention the odor from the sweat of the underwear that you're fighting to get out from under. The fabric covers your mouth forcing you to breathe through your nose assaulting every sense. You finally break free from the dripping wet garment before you lay eyes upon the contents of the bag, a bundled up pair of grey socks, trainers clearly smelling of month old sweat, a pair of gym shorts, a tanktop complete with sweat patches and finally a can of deodorant dwarfing you in size.

You sit down trying to focus now that Deryck has reached his car and the bag is motionless all the while hearing him taunt you on the outside. The bag opens and you think FREEDOM before Deryck says 'Sorry bitch forgot to put something in' and with that his face appears before spitting directly on top of your frail, weak form. You can hear his ensuing laughter from the outside as you lay soaked in the bag. That's when something snaps in you, to these celeb's you're nothing, especially to Mr. Whibley, so why should you even have self worth. The smells in the bag also begin to change you noticed now it smells good as if your mind has somehow grown accustom to them.

You go up to one of the socks and take a lick of it against every good bone in your body you realise it doesn't taste that bad. No you think to yourself I have to fight this, I have to! But when Deryck opens his bag at home does he find a broken slave worshipping his sweaty clothes or does he find a slave who still doesn't know his place?