Go Quietly

Running farther into the cave sounds like an excellent idea if you want to break very bone in your body stumbling around in the dark, but that is probably very unwise. Instead, you do the only other thing you can, try to explain your way out of this one. Before you can even begin to get your first word out, you're met by the cold hard steel of the officer's handcuffs wrapping securely around your wrists.

"By order of the Queen, you're under arrest for a myriad of different offenses. Let's go," she orders as she powerfully tugs at your arm leading you of the cave and into the back seat of her squad car. As soon as you try to explain, the officer interrupts and refuses to listen to you. The drive isn't a long one, but being handcuffed nude in the back of a dick wielding cop's car makes for a nerve racking and uncomfortable ride.

At the end of the ride, you enter a large and glass and steel city rivaling the likes of New York or Paris. Finally you pull into a parking garage and are escorted out of the car and into a set of doors leading to a hallway that reminds you of a hospital mixed with a prison. That's not a good sign. The officer turns you over to a pair of security guards who take you further into the facility and eventually bring you to a large dark room and belt you into a chair. The leather wraps are unforgiving and snugly secure your wrists, and ankles into position against the chair. Finally a long strap is wrapped around your forehead, locking your head in place, staring straight forward. The guards leave and are soon replaced by a woman in her 40s wearing a white lab coat and white shoes. Looking over the clipboard she carries, she address you.