If I want to find the safe, I guess I have but to enter the open door...

You walk in to the open door and it's pitch black inside. The light from the stairs, which was enough to see the hallway, barely even registers here.

You stay close to the door, close to freaking out so much that I bolt out of the room, and the house for that matter.

"Okay, okay," you think to yourself. "Steady, Paul, you can handle this."

You flip on the light on your phone and shine it around. But the room's walls are dark grey and there's something at the far end, but you can't tell what it is. It's a modest sized room (about 20 feet by 12 feet) in comparison to the other rooms in the house.

Then you see a light switch on the far wall. Perfect.

Without thinking, you walk in the room and flip the switch.

*Snick*

The door closes softly behind you.

"Shit!" you yell, scrambling for the door. But there is no door knob on the inside. You are locked in!! Frantic, you begin feeling all around the door and the walls for some sort of switch or panic button.

Finally, you find a button and press it.

TRAINING ENGAGED

Says the computer voice. It's the same feminine voice as the security system, but with a hard, dominant edge to it. No longer girl-next-door.

BEGIN LEVEL 1, SUBJUGATION

*Snap*

An overhead spot-light turned on and you can finally see the room. The spot light is aimed at a mannequin standing at the far wall.

It's a male mannequin. Anatomically correct. Arms and hands by its side, with a large, 8-inch penis... very hard.

Kneel before me

The mannequin says. It's a strong, very-male voice.

"Oh my God," you mutter.

And everything goes black.