Go over to Chloe

You take your coffee and go over to Chloe. You’ve barely had time to thank her for it, before she’s whispering conspiratorially to you.

“Act natural,” she says. “Like everything’s normal. It’s not safe for you here.”

You remember watching the TV earlier, This certainly seems safer than other shows you’d watched.

“The women of Smallville have been acting, well, different lately,” she continues. “Haven’t you noticed anything?”

You tell her that you haven’t, as you start on your coffee. It tastes good as you drink it down.

“They’re good at hiding it,” she says, and then smiles and leans over, “Hope you enjoyed the coffee,” she adds, and her hand waves bye-bye at you as suddenly you begin to feel nauseous and the room begins to spin. The last thing you hear is Chloe's laughter intermingled with the words from the song that’s playing, “Somebody save meeeeeee”.

You wake up, groggy, your body aching. You find that you're standing up, naked, and manacled by the wrists against a cold stone wall. There’s a smell of antiseptic mingled with coffee.

Chloe’s standing there, dressed in a skintight black latex corset, fishnet stockings and high heels, with a whip in her hand and an evil smile on her face.

“Oh look, you’re not in the Talon anymore. The nearest you’ll get to a talon is this,” she says, as she puts a fingernail against your neck and starts to run it down your body.

“Poor little you, strapped here on my wall of weird, just a plaything for my every desire,” she says, leaning into you, as her sharp nail continues downwards. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself. I blame all the time I spend on the internet, the things I’ve discovered, the painful fetishes I love. But you’ll find them out as we go along, and maybe learn to love them too... This is where you say, ‘Yes, Mistress Chloe’.”