...and wakes up in an unfamiliar room, bound.

Erin hopped into her bed, sound in the knowledge her tormentor will be gone, unable to haunt her ever again.

She dreamt of Prom, of not having men who liked her chased away, of having friends for once in her life, or never being bullied again.

She woke up, happy, then confused. Her room wasn't this large, or was it pink. She tried to roll over and sit up but suddenly her wrists stopped her, and in suddenly mounting panic she saw she was shackled, spread eagle and naked on a massive bed in a pink room.

The walls were utterly littered with canes, whips and other tools. She could look around, but barely.

"Oh fuck," she murmured. "I-Is anyone there?"