Ally McBeal

You find yourself in a unisex restroom, your hands pulled over your head, a chain linking them to the ceiling. In the far corner of the room, you see a cage, containing a small man, dressed in a black leather gimp outfit.

You pull against the chains, struggling to escape, but the metal cuffs just dig into your wrists and you eventually realize you're not going anywhere. Hanging there, you attempt to talk to the gimp, but he just stares at you, and then, after four minutes and thirty-three seconds of silence, screams.

To accompany the scream, the restroom door opens and a woman strides in, her eyes looking straight into yours.