I wake up, and I feel lousy.

At some point, you wake up from your fainting spell.

Groggy, with a massive headache, you sit up, feeling bumps and bruises which will probably look pretty disgusting tomorrow.

Your phone!

Quickly, you reach for your phone, so you can call someone to get you out.

"SHIT!" you scream. The phone is dead. The flashlight feature was left on when you fainted, which quickly drained the batteries.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," you mutter, grasping your knees to your body and rolling up into a ball.

At the far end of the room is the mannequin, waiting patiently for you.

Kneel before me

It said, from some speaker in the room.

Steadying your breath, you back as far away from the mannequin as possible to assess the situation. The room is completely bare, except for the mannequin on the far wall.