Miserable

The room was basically bare. The walls were brick and the floor was dirt. In one corner a leaking ceiling had made a puddle. Katie looks around in horror, but, because of the bit in her mouth, she was unable to do anything but mumble.

"I'm sorry," Mr. Stribe said, "Did you say something?"

Katie shook her head.

Mr. Stribe smiled and nodded. "Good. Well. I'm glad you like it." Then he pulled a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket and, after pulling her arms behind her back, snapped them tightly around her upper arms. There was no way to slip them around her feet like this, so she was stuck with her hands behind her. Then he shoved her into the room. Since she couldn't see him, she wasn't expecting the push and she fell into the puddle face first.

Mr. Stribe laughed. "Aw. My little pet's gotten herself all dirty. She had better be clean when I want to use her next."

Katie struggled to sit up, but only succeeded in coating every inch of her body in mud. When she finally managed to sit up, Mr. Stribe had already left, locking the door behind him. With no better options, Katie managed to get out of the puddle and lie down on the dry ground. Soon she was asleep.