"I accept."

The recruiter gives you an address and instructs you to go there as soon as you are ready. Desperate to be milked, you are ready now. You drive straight there.

The receptionist takes one look at you and doesn’t even bother asking you why you are there, just escorts you back to an office where a man hands you an employment contract. You skim it quickly.

Contract length: 1 month. Three meals a day provided by the company. Sleeping space and communal bathroom facilities provided by the company.

Communal bathroom facilities. The recruiter hadn’t mentioned that. Honestly, it isn’t really a hard no though and you sign the contract anyways.

“Thank you, miss,” The man says, “It’s always great to have a new member of our little family. Perhaps a drink to celebrate?”

He says it like a question, but he passes you a glass of some kind of amber liquid without waiting for a response.

He raises his in cheers and not wanting to be rude, you reciprocate and drink the liquid. Too late you realize he hadn’t drunk his. The world goes gray and then black.