Into the dungeon

Mackenzie wasn't sure if it was morbid curiosity or something else that pulled her towards the dungeon. All the redhead knew was that a small part of her wanted to see what was in store, and that was more than enough to make up her mind.

Crossing the threshold into the dungeon, Mackenzie saw that it was certainly a well put-together display. Various tools and devices meant to hold unfortunate prisoners were strewn across the room, and eerie shadows they cast in the light played tricks on her eyes. More than once, Mackenzie could have sworn she caught movement at the edge of her vision, and she had to give the house designers credit where it was due. Little did she know, however, that not all the movement she saw was an illusion.

Mackenzie was distracted looking at a **** rack when a hand holding a damp cloth reached out from behind her and clamped down over her mouth and nose. She only had a brief few moments to try and fight before her vision pooled and eventually went dark. She wasn't sure how long she was out for, but when her consciousness began to return, Mackenzie could see that she was still in the same room, but something was very different...