The room was as cold and stiff as the table Jennifer awoke on. Her arms felt tied down but she couldn’t see any bondings. Her legs, however, were strapped down at the ankles, not that she could move her legs anyway. She glanced at her surroundings. The walls were a dark red vinyl, dimly lit by a chandelier, attached to the middle of the ceiling. The floor was composed of grey concrete bricks that had the same, peculiar feature of the entire room: they were completely spotless. It wasn’t just the room that was clean, her entire body felt like it had come out of the shower not too long ago. Even her hair was freshly washed and straightened just how she wore it every day.
The metallic double doors powerfully swung open. The slamming sound of them hitting the walls exploding in Jennifer’s ears. She yelped in pain but her curiosity quickly overrode it. On each door, a Herculean woman no shorter than 6’4 held them open with one arm. They were wearing waitress outfit
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