“Listen very carefully, ma’am.” The man sitting beside Susan at the bar had said, “There was poison in your drink...no, don’t get up, don’t cause a scene, not if you want to live...as things stand, you’ve got maybe two...three hours. If you want the antidote, you’ll go to this address, follow our instructions. Don’t tell anyone, especially not the police. They can’t help you. Your only chance is to do what we say...”

 Fifteen minutes later, the young woman pulled her car up in front of the rundown warehouse. She could feel the stabbing pain of the poison in her gut already. “Why did this happen to me?” She thought. She was no one special, just a 22-year old brunette girl-next-door who worked in retail. “I just wanted to grab a drink after work!”  

Getting out of the car, she approached the side door of the warehouse as instructed and knocked on the door. On the third knock, the door swung open, though to her surprise, there was no one behind it. Hesitantly, she stepped inside, fear of this place only slightly overcome by the grim knowledge that, unless she got that antidote she was dead anyway.

 The door shut itself automatically, as soon as she had stepped through. She found herself in a small antechamber of some sort, maybe five feet square with bare, somewhat dingy walls and a concrete floor, lit by a naked orange bulb. Directly in front of the door she’d come in was a second door, of bare steel. It had a small slit at about eye level and a small hatch below.

 “So you came, smart girl.” A man said from behind the door.

 “Do you have the antidote?” Susan asked, frantically. It felt to her like the poison was getting worse.

 “In a moment. You have more instructions to fulfill.” The man replied. “Take off your clothes. I said take them off!” He repeated more insistently when Susan hesitated.

 Biting her lip, the brunette began to undress. In a few minutes, she stood in the small chamber, shivering and trying to cover her naked body from the person on the other side of the door, doubtless examining her through the viewing slit.

 “That’s better. Keep it up and you’ll live.” The man said. There was a metallic clunk and the hatch at the bottom slid open. “Now, step forward and take it out.” Susan did so. Inside the hatch was a black rubber ballgag with a leather strap. “Put it on.” Trembling, the young woman took out the gag, straining her jaws open wide to fit the large gag. She wretched, choking on the sharp taste of the rubber as she buckled the strap on tight.

 The gag was followed in quick succession by a leather collar, a set of leg irons and finally a set of handcuffs. When the last cuff was clicked tight around Susan’s wrist, trapping her hands behind her back, the door opened. A short, somewhat pudgy man in a crumbled suit came in. He grinned, his eyes running up and down the chained woman’s bare body. She cringed, unable to even try and cover her nakedness anymore.

 “You’ve shown you can obey orders. That’s very good.” The man said after a second. “Keep it up.”  

 “ee nnn-ee—oooh!” Susan grunted through her gag, frantically. She could feel the poison burning through her now.

 “Oh, of course.” The man replied, reaching into his suit. He took out a small hypodermic needle. Approaching the young woman, he jabbed it into her side. Relief was slow coming, but Susan gasped a sigh of relief. “See...as we promised, if you obey, you’ll live.” The man said with a grin. Reaching into his suit once more, he took out something else. As it was fastened to the front of Susan’s collar, she saw it was a short chain leash. The man took up the other end. ‘After all...we can’t sell you if you’re dead.” He turned, pulling hard on the leash. Susan moaned in terror as she was dragged deeper into the dark building...