Vanessa's fate begins

Vanessa turned around after slamming the door shut, she was in a dark black corridor that bent to the right at the end. Suddenly, clamps shut over Vanessa's feet, locking herself to the floor. She shrieked and looked at the floor, which had suddenly become a track for a ride cart, which her feet had been clamped onto to. Mechanical arms suddenly dropped from the ceiling, grabbing her wrists and clamping them to the ceiling.

The cart Vanessa had been tied to was connected to the floor and ceiling, leaving her stretched out in the corridor. The cart suddenly jolted forward and turned Vanessa to the left so she was facing a wall, which then turned into a window as the cart kept moving. This window stretched all the way down the long corridor. Vanessa looked inside the window, all she could see was a huge computer terminal and a blonde woman in her early thirties standing waving at her. She was also holding a microphone.

"Well hi there! Thank you for volunteering yourself to be my toy! Oh how I've waited for this day to come!" The woman spoke into her microphone, which projected into the corridor so Vanessa was able to hear her. "Oh good lord! There's been a mistake! I'm not meant to be here please get me out!" Vanessa shouted back as she shook at her bonds, achieving nothing.

The woman just smiled back at Vanessa. "Oh no my dear, you are exactly where you are meant to be, like all naughty girls such as yourself. Vanessa Sinclair, we know all about you! Stealing from all those people, you were even horrible to customers at this carnival! You are very much where you belong!" The woman explained through the microphone.

Vanessa suddenly panicked, they knew who she was, and what was worse was that they weren't gonna back down and let her go. "Well what the fuck are you gonna do then huh!?" Vanessa yelled in response.

"Ohhh, you'll see...."