A Shady Figure Enters

The door swung open with a THUNK. Liz could hear the new arrival moving around, but could only barely see movement in her peripheral vision. A low, oily voice spoke from the shadows.
"Hello Liz. It is a pleasure to have you in my grasp at last. Did you know I've been trying for months now to make this little rendezvous happen."
"A pleasure? You sick bastard. I don't care how much you **** me, I won't give up anything." Liz screamed at him.
"****?" The voice said, "I wouldn't dream of it. Besides, I've heard stories. 18 months ago in Brussels, a female CIA agent identifying as "Céline" was detained by the ambassador's security team. After 11 days of interrogation, "Céline" disappeared and the ambassador had had all of his assets stolen, including a sixty-foot yacht." The voice paused here to let the story sink in. Liz said nothing. "Besides," the voice continued "I have a much better reason for not interrogating you...it doesn't work. **** is inherently unreliable, a person will say or do anything to make the **** stop, so how do you know if the information you're getting is reliable? Quite a quandary you see? So I came up with a different way; a better way. I am going to essentially brainwash you. You will stay here seeing what I want you to see, hearing what I want you to hear, and eventually you will become entranced. You will become so deep under my thrall that you will volunteer the information, because you know it will make me happy, and my happiness is all you want in the world."
Liz took a deep breath and felt the latex contracting on her chest. She still couldn't see the speaker, but something in his voice gave her pause. He seemed utterly, supremely confident. She'd been captured before, but this captor frightened her above all others. She reverted to her training, put on a brave face, and said in a steady voice. "That will never happen. Whoever you are, you're scared to show yourself, you never even told me your name, or why you captured me. I'll get out of this eventually and then I'll bring you down."
"My name is none of your business, though since you're so curious, you can call me Victor, and no, I won't tell you if that's my real name or not. As for why I want you...I believe that information should be available to everyone. Secrets are what give rise to wars and cause Empires to crumble. I consider myself to be a sharer of secrets, and you my dear, have a great many secrets to share." Victor said, ending his monologue with a barking laugh. "Still, you'll discover that soon enough. You might as well make yourself as comfortable as you can my dear." He said, before closing the door abruptly.

Liz was left alone in a dark room, her naked body entombed in latex, with nothing but the sound of the vacuum keeping her immobilized. After a while she couldn't tell how long she'd been there. It could've been twenty minutes, it could've been three days. That's when the horror really started.