Eve learns more lessons.

The man comes back with some yogurt and fruit in a cup.
He sits down next to Eve, who's still fuming.

"You know that yelling for help will do you no good, right? This place is sound-proofed."

To demonstrate, he pulls out a tiny remote and turns up the volume on the CD Player in the next room.
Rancid is blaring...until he closes the door and no sound can be heard through it.

"Oh and no biting. My very first attempt at this involved a young lady named Jewell. She wouldn't play along, even with this part. So I just kept her tied up and naked in the bathroom 24/7. See for yourself."

"She had to learn to sleep standing up- like a horse. I don't think she ever quite got it down."

He peels off her gag.
Eve does nothing.

He offers her some yogurt, but she can't stand the idea of being literally spoon-fed by her captor.
She turns her head away as much as she can.

"Not hungry? No problem- my other offer still stands. This couch, FYI, folds out. See for yourself."

He turns on the nearby TV and a video stream plays off him fucking his various victims on the folded-out couch, as well as them waiting in anticipation for him each time.

"So what will it be?"

Eve turns her head back and looks at him. She...