A dimly-lit, empty room

Sam slowly came to her senses, and as she did, she sat up in a terrified jolt. Her heart was racing, preparing her body to fight for her life if necessary. She'd heard horror stories of abductions that turned into ****, or psychological ****, and she was willing to do anything she had to to prevent that.

Her eyes adjusted to the low level of light present in the room, a single lamp hanging from the ceiling bringing the dim illumination. The room felt cool, and Sam looked down to realize she was naked, her exposed breasts heaving up and down with her rapid, panicked breathing. Her small pink nipples were hard in reaction to the cool room, and she immediately moved her hands up to cover herself, only to find that her hands were chained closely to her sides.

Sam was too focused to panic. She knew that screaming or panicking would only make things worse off for her. The room looked professional and soundproof, surely whomever had brought her here knew what they were doing. She took a mental inventory of her physical condition; other than a rapidly declining grogginess, she felt fine. She obviously had never been **** before, but she assumed that there would be some residual pain from an aggressive ****. Apparently the individuals that had **** her had more calculated plans...

Sam looked down over her naked body, noting the cuffs attached to her wrists and ankles, attached to what seemed to be a medical examination table. This was when she also noticed a snug, but unobstructing collar had been put around her neck. She couldn't see what it looked like, but twisting her head around, she discovered it was on quite firmly. There was nothing else in the room. Perhaps there was something on the other side, but the lighting made it impossible to tell.

Sam decided it was time to take action, but the cuffs attaching her to the table limited her options. She knew they were too strong to be broken, especially in her weakened state.

"Hello? Is anyone there? Please, let me go..." Sam realized he futility of the hoarse words coming from her throat mid-sentence. Wherever she was, they were set on keeping her captive, nothing she could say was likely to change that. She had no money to offer, no possessions to put up for barter. She only had her body to offer them, hopefully to convince them to keep her alive...

Suddenly, a large, bright screen activated against the opposite wall, allowing Sam a glimpse of the scale of the room. It was large, but the glow of the screen revealed no other objects. The blank white screen continued to glow as the light hanging from the ceiling dimmed. A logo appeared on the screen, but it was too small and Sam's vision was still too blurry for her to make it out. The screen had Sam's attention. A seemingly prerecorded voice spoke over from an undeterminable location.

"Hello Samantha Topaz! We are pleased to see you're awake! We hope you've had fun so far and that you're ready for anything! Of course, I'm sure you remember the contract you signed..." Sam's stomache felt sick. This was the contest she'd entered?? The voice seemingly knew that Sam hadn't read any of the contract, judging from the tone of voice.

The voice continued, but Sam was having trouble focusing on what it was saying. What the fuck had she gotten herself into? Was this even legal? At least it was just a contest, right? Worst case scenario, she lost and got to go home, maybe with some kind of prize for her trouble.

Sam returned her focus to the seemingly omnipotent voice "...in the event that you meet an untimely end, or decide to stay with us here, our task **** will make sure your belongings all go to charity, so don't worry about that! Just have fun and good luck!"

This had to be a joke, and not a funny one thus far. While Sam tried to rationalize what was going on, another image faded onto the white screen