Hold your ground — wait for her to give your ball back.

You stand in silence, with your hands on your hips, rolling your eyes as you wait for Tina to throw you the ball.

She doesn’t budge, but her smile turns into a frown, which is accompanied by a furrowed brow. The whites of her eyes surround her green irises in her bold gaze. She’s furious.

You sit down on the ground and begin to do sit-ups. If I’m going to be waiting then I might as well make...

Tina is standing above you. She’s on you. A wet rag. It’s on your face. Strong smell. Blackness.

...

Grey concrete walls. The smell of a musky basement. A washer and dryer. A splitting headache. You’re awake. You begin to shiver. Your clothes have been removed. You’re completely naked, tied to a bed and gagged by a cloth of some kind. You struggle against your restraints, but you haven’t got the energy to make a serious effort to escape your situation. You pass out.

When you wake up, your headache is gone. You’re still cold. You look at the wood panel ceiling above you. Think. Why are you here? Where did you go? Tina. The cloth. She brought me here? But why? Is she really this nuts?

You look at your restrains; they are some kind of crudely made harnesses, wrapped around your wrists and ankles. You look at your genitals to make sure that you haven’t been mutilated. You discover that you’ve been left relatively unharmed, besides your headache and the chaffing from your restraints.

You need to make a plan. What should you do, if anything? You could try to wiggle free from your restraints, or you could wait for Tina and try to glean some information from her. You’re hungry. You need food. You need to contact someone and get help. It’s a lot of pressure for someone in your situation; you don’t even know what day it is, but you know that you need to pull yourself together just enough to regain your freedom.