The floor starts to lower

Another mechanical sound spins up and Liz gets the sensation of the floor moving. "Shit, shit, shit," she mutters to herself. The floor shudders slightly and starts to slowly drop, the walls and ceiling of the shower coming along with it, as though the whole thing is an elevator.

Liz struggles against her cuffs but they refuse to open or even budge. They seem to have molded perfectly to fit her wrists, and there's no hope of pulling out of them, let alone pulling them off the ceiling. All she can do is wait.