Pretty normal…at first

When the elevator car arrives at the top, the penthouse looks pretty normal to you. A small living room/kitchen area with a small room immediately to the side. There’s massive windows about 20 feet tall, if they were an inch but the blackout shades were drawn at the moment. There’s a flight of stairs leading to an open-air bedroom and bathroom no doubt. And there’s also another space that could be used as an office, you think, but are brought further back.

Charlie pushes you in and shuts the door, leaving you both in complete darkness for a moment, then flipping a switch turning on a gamut of lights which reflect off the mirrored back walls. The door behind you seems soundproof from how it shut and is not letting light in or out, from what you can tell. Charlie no, Mistress, what Mistress? It must be your brain acting weird like it did earlier today, getting you involved in this mess.

She drags you further in, and tells you to stand, with your hands behind your head and legs spread. You do as you are bid and Charlie locks a leather collar around your neck then wrist and ankle cuffs, tying them all taut to attachment points you see in the ground and ceiling. “So this will be your new home for the next few days, what do you think Sam?”