Confront her — walk up and take your ball back.

You stomp towards Tina. If she won’t give you your ball back, you’ll simply take it. You’re done messing around.

She doesn’t budge. She stays steady as you approach. Her eyes narrow as you pave towards her. She’s sizing you up.

You reach down at her small frame. You watch one of her hands go behind her back. You think you’ll make short work of her.

Tina lunges at you. A wet rag. It’s on your face. Strong smell. Blackness.

...

Grey concrete walls. The smell of a musky basement. A washer and dryer. A splitting headache. You’re awake. You begin to shiver. Your clothes have been removed. You’re completely naked, tied to a bed and gagged by a cloth of some kind. You struggle against your restraints, but you haven’t got the energy to make a serious effort to escape your situation. You pass out.

When you wake up, your headache is gone. You’re still cold. You look at the wood panel ceiling above you. Think. Why are you here? Where did you go? Tina. The cloth. She brought me here? But why? Is she really this nuts?

You look at your restrains; they are some kind of crudely made harnesses, wrapped around your wrists and ankles. You look at your genitals to make sure that you haven’t been mutilated. You discover that you’ve been left relatively unharmed, besides your headache and the chaffing from your restraints.

You need to make a plan. What should you do, if anything? You could try to wiggle free from your restraints, or you could wait for Tina and try to glean some information from her. You’re hungry. You need food. You need to contact someone and get help. It’s a lot of pressure for someone in your situation; you don’t even know what day it is, but you know that you need to pull yourself together just enough to regain your freedom.