One second too late

You would have listened, but by the time you were able to stop yourself it was already to late. The door clicked and unlatched, swinging open as a burst of deafening moans and groans fill the air.

You look in and see a room empty except for a chair dead center of the floor. Not a normal chair, but something that reminded you of a executioner chair. It had straps and was bolted to the ground. There was a device at the neck of the wooden chair, but you couldn’t quite understand its purpose in your position. You still couldn’t tell if the person in the chair was Miss Drew as you move into the room.

About fifty or so small plasma televisions are attached to the wall; all displaying different acts of sexual performances, from masturbation to couples to gang-bangs. One screen even shows a girl and a donkey. Every possible way of having sex and a few you never knew were achievable are presented up on those monitors. Every so often the slew of perverse and erotic images conglomerate together to form different words. SEX, OBEY, LUST, TRUST, GOD, SACRED, BECOME, KILL.

“John! John…”

You are snapped out of a trance and realize Sophia is shaking you from behind.

“Sophia! What the hell… it’s a fucking brainwashing center!”

“I know, John.”

“You know?!? Let me guess… this is one of your many theories
between alien invasion to tampered water?”

“Yes, John, I told you… I’m here to observe only.”

“Well I’m not going anywhere without Miss Drew. I didn’t come this far just to leave her behind.”

“Okay Shawn, but hurry up and lets get the hell out of here. It is giving me the creeps.”

“Me too, Sophia, me too.” You answer as you move to the chair, finding Miss Drew as naked as the day she was born strapped down in the oversized seat.

You realize the device at the head of the chair is used to keep Nancy’s eyes open.

“Holy fucking shit… it’s like fucking Clockwork Orange in here. What the hell kind of sick bastards are these people?” You cry out, removing the straps from Miss Drew’s arms and legs before carefully pulling the wires out from under her eyelids.

“Miss Drew… Miss Drew, can you hear me?”

You get no response but didn’t really expect any as her mouth slowly leaks her saliva and her eyes seem cold and distant.

“Sophia, I’m going to need your help getting Miss Drew out of here.”

“Sophia… hurry up, I need your help.”

"Sophia...?" You turn around and realize Sophia is...