Do you like my basement?

Mira notices your hand, and your fingers. "Starting to recover, I see. That was quick. I may as well take you down to your new home. I'm sure you're going to love it." She picks you up and slings you across her shoulder. She's a lot stronger than she looks!

She carries you out of the living room, and into the kitchen where she opens the basement door. She carries you down after flipping the light switch, then sets you down in front of a cage. She unlocks the cage, and drags you inside, then leaves and locks the cage door behind her. "Don't worry. You'll be fully recovered in about twenty minutes. I do hope you like your new home. Only time will tell how long you'll be here."

"Fuck you!" you scream at her.

"Oh, you'll do that, and a whole lot more. I have a one hundred percent success rate in training new slaves. I'm sure you won't disappoint me. I'll be back later to give you a thorough examination. Bye for now sweetie!" With that she turns, and climbs the stairs, making sure to turn off the light behind her.

You are now all alone in the darkness. It's cold and damp, and you feel chills as you start to shiver. You still have very little control over your body, or you'd at least ball up into a fetal position for warmth. All you can do is lay there and shiver.

"Hello?" a voice calls out, startling you. "Is anybody there?" It's a female voice. You didn't get a good look around at your new surroundings, so you don't know who or what else might be here with you.

You decide to answer. "Yes, I'm here," you call out.

"I'm Sandra. I don't know how long I've been here. I lost count after two weeks. What's your name?"

"I'm Amy," you reply. "Did she catch you the same way she caught me?"

"She drugged me, stripped me, and brought me down here. I was going door to door, selling Avon. She invited me in, and offered me her special drink."

"That's what happened to me, just a little while ago. So you've been here for two weeks?"

"I think more. I can't be sure," Sandra replies. "Please, just do yourself a favor, and do whatever she tells you. I don't want to see you suffer what I've been through."

"Why? What have you been through?" You have to ask, because you need to know what you're up against.

"I don't want to talk about it. You'll see for yourself next time the lights come on. Just please, do whatever she says. It's so lonely down here, and you're like a ray of sunshine."

Right after Sandra says that, the basement door opens, and a shaft of light from the top of the stairs permeates the darkness. Then the basement lights come on, blinding you. You can only squint, because your arms won't move well enough yet to help shield your eyes.

"Well, so you two have met," Mira's voice calls from above. "How do you like my basement, Amy?"

You decide to give her a smart answer. "It's not a Motel Six. You don't leave the lights on for anybody."

"Tut, tut, tut!" Mira shames you. "That smart attitude will get you in a lot of trouble."