Wait

You decide to wait for whatever comes next, you only ate willingly because you _had _to.

With no way to tell time in this place, it feels like ages as you wait for something to happen. You grow impatient and uncomfortable in your bindings. There's no way to get comfortable. I guess there are cameras in here. Someone is watching you, completely naked and tied up. Thinking about that only makes you more uncomfortable. Is there more than one person watching me? Is this being streamed somewhere online? Who the fuck watches this kind of thing?

"Enjoying the show fuckers?" You yell at the ceiling into cameras you can't even see.

If they want to treat you like some zoo animal, you are content to sit and wait, letting them watch the most boring show of all time. You sit and listen for noises, hearing occasional footsteps as they pass by your cell door. Despite your best intentions, something in you wants them to stop and open the door, to make something happen, to break up this sheer boredom. You squirm uncomfortably in your bindings, sitting on your ass leaves your hands bent at an odd angle that starts to cut off your circulation, so you have to lean forward awkwardly into your knees.

After several hours of waiting around on your bed mat, you hear a knock at your door. You didn't even notice the footsteps as the came closer and stopped, casting shadows at the foot of the door. The knock repeats, getting louder and more demanding. You don't really want to do anything for these people.