Into the funhouse

Rocketgirl awoke in a heap on the floor, wearing her crime fighting uniform. Ms Jensen was nowhere in sight. Carnival music came from a brightly-lit room a few feet away. In front of the doorway was a tray with a bowl of steaming porridge. Rocketgirl looked around the small space she was in and could see no other entrance or exit.

Ms Jensen's voice echoed from speakers in the ceiling. "Good morning, Rocketgirl. I hope you're feeling well rested and recovered from that primal fucking I gave you. I've left you a little breakfast; you must be famished after your ravishing."

Rocketgirl scowled, folding her arms across her chest. "I don't care for your small favors," she said.

"Pity. Still, I'd recommend you eat something. You'll need your strength if you're to make it through your next ordeal."

"And just what do you intend to subject me to? We've already determined you can't impregnate me. What other use do you have for me? Want to try testing more gadgets and gizmos? Don't waste your energy. I've got my freedom and my strength back, so I'll be out of here and you'll be on your way to prison lickety-split."

"Not so fast, Rocketgirl. You may very well escape me. In fact, I rather hope you do. But either way, you'll first have to make it through my special patented Rocketgirl funhouse. Who knows what perils await you inside?"

"You can't make me do anything."

"Well, I suppose that's true. You could try again to find another way out of that room, but there isn't any. So your other alternative would be to just wait in there until I decide to let you out. I won't, by the way, and I won't bring you any more food, either, so you'll really just be sentencing yourself to ****. Are you sure you want to do that? Wouldn't it be better to give my funhouse a try? It's not designed to kill you. I guarantee you'll survive the experience. And who knows -- maybe you'll even have a little fun. It is a house built for fun, after all."

Rocketgirl considered her options. Frowning, she picked up the bowl and began spooning the porridge into her mouth.

"That's a good girl," Ms Jensen said. "Eat it all up; you'll want all your strength for what you're about to endure. And whenever you're ready, step right up into the funhouse."

Grumbling as she finished the porridge and put down the bowl, Rocketgirl rose to her feet. "I'll complete your stupid funhouse. And then I'm coming for you."

"Oh, I'm really scared!" Ms Jensen mocked. Rocketgirl stepped into the funhouse and the door slammed shut behind her.