Vicky abducts you

You push yourself up off of Vicky’s large bed when a blindfold hits your eyes and is tied tight, and some kind of large cloth which is obviously a pillowcase. Rope is quickly tied around your neck, head, body and arms. Your lover then slings you over her body like a sack of potatoes and you begin to struggle partly out of arousal, partly out of fear. You are put into an elevator and she opens a car door and puts you inside. It is rough. The trunk. The lid shuts, leaving you in darkness, next to a couple of duffel bags.

The moves through nighttime New York City like a panther moving through a forest, eventually pulling into another spot. The trunk is opened and you are roughly taken out. Pushed forward and still blinded you have only the faintest idea of where you are at. Still in New York. The hustle and bustle is roughly the same. Eventually you make it to a room. She opens two, heavy metal doors. She removes the pillow case and blindfold but still re-binds you with the rope. She pushes you in. It’s a dingy concrete cell, with bars and further off a heavy steel door. You land semi-roughly. She attaches a collar to your neck, a metal one made from stainless steel to a D-ring with a chain in the wall. You try to rise, but are pulled back.

“In case you didn’t know, this is a cell. Concrete and steel so no one can hear you scream your lungs out. There is a bucket for you to go relieve yourself. I have cameras watching you so there won’t be any funny business. You have a good night now. I’ll check on you soon.” She shuts the jail cell door and locks it, same with the heavy steel door. You feel a pit in your stomach. What have you gotten yourself into?