Too surprised to do much

The three men slowly and methodically walked towards her and, before she could really resist, detained her. Two of the men held her arms, the third her legs. She struggled, but the men were much bigger than her and easily restrained her.

They carried her through one doorway and then another. Mr. Stribe led the way, unlocking a couple thick metal doors as they went. The hallway started to slant downwards and the air felt colder. The last door Mr. Stribe unlocked was almost a foot thick and made of reinforced oak.

When they carried Katie though that door she had to gasp for breath. The room wasn't unpleasantly cold, but the objects in the room were shocking.

The men carried Katie over to a metal chair that resembled a mix between a dentist's chair and a simple lawn chair. Any padding had been removed and it had been stripped down to its metal skeleton. Katie was placed in it and, while two men held her shoulders, strapped into place. The belt around her waist was ratcheted tight until it was almost uncomfortable. The men holding her arms grabbed her wrists and, before she could stop them, **** her arms to the rests. On the armrests were manacles that they strapped her wrists into. Then they released her. She could only kick, and barely. One of the men pulled a lever that allowed the chair to recline. The footrest swung up and carried Katie's legs with it. Now that she was on her back, the men strapped her ankles into individual manacles much like the ones that trapped her hands.

Mr. Stribe stepped forward. "You see, Katie," he said, "you can only go where I let you. You really are mine now."

"What are you talking about? Let me go," Katie screamed as she struggled against her bonds.