To take you on a trip.

"On your feet, ****." She says quickly, snapping her fingers.

You groggily get to your feet, feeling your knees creak. It has been several days since you've stood on your own two feet.

"Follow me. Quickly."

You stumble out of your cell, still half conscious, trying your best to hide your raging hard-on despite being completely naked. The hallway outside is narrow, just enough room for two people to pass each other, but it is surprisingly long, and lined with other cell doors. The floors are solid concrete, dull grey with a high polish.

"Come now, closer ****." She gestures behind herself without looking at you.

You sigh and catch up with her, wondering exactly where you are being taken. After walking quite a distance away from your cell, your captor stops at a door that looks the same as every other door. Room 429. She pulls something from her cleavage and runs it across the door handle. A moment later the door unlatches and she opens it at the same moment, a well practiced movement. Wasting no time, she enters the room. You can't help but hesitate a moment, standing in the hallway finally free of your cell. You don't know what's waiting for you in that room. There are no bindings on your wrists or ankles. You can't shake a voice in your head that says run before you get tied up again.

"Get in here." She sounds impatient.