A man

A Short man enters the room confidently, snatching the bedpan from your hands and turning right back around. You're not sure what stuns you more, his quick entrance, or his even quicker exit. _What about what that guy said before? "Anytime someone enters this room, you'll either be sucking or fucking something." _A clapping noise comes from the speakers above you.

"You are a crafty one, ****." she says with thick mockery, "but your patron enjoys your ingenuity, and would like to reward you. With this."

A deep chuckle joins your captor's giggle over the speakers. Before you can even begin to wonder what they are talking about, the wall in front of you slides open. From its depths slides a polished aluminium toilet, much like one you'd see in a standard prison cell. You frown at the thing, taking the slightest joy of knowing that you can at least shit with some dignity now. Before you can contemplate it further, the door opens once again.

The short man from before stands in the open doorway, now conspicuously missing his pants. He does not move, just continues to stand. Now seems like a busy time for this complex, as several other henchmen shuffle behind the man in the narrow hallway.

"Now ****, even with a present, there is still a price." your captor says above you, "If you would like to keep that reward, you must earn it."

I fucking JINXED myself, next time I won't even think about it.

"What d--?" You start.

"Master. Begin your sentences properly, ****, or I will take this from you before you can earn it."