Reality Convulses

You can't see anything in the swirling mist, but it feels as though you're being pulled backwards at an incredible speed. Your senses tell you that you're spinning, spiraling uncontrollably. You shut your eyes tight, fighting back the wave of nausea washing over you.

Just as suddenly, everything is still.

Your momentary relief is overtaken by horror as you slowly open your eyes and reality returns to sharp focus.

You are naked, expertly tied to the heavy wooden chair, just as the woman you rescued had been. An unyielding crotch rope throttles your stiffened member and the same bell-tipped clamps bite painfully on your rope-choked chest. Whatever utterance of shock you manage is swallowed up by the heavy leather gag buckled securely around your face. You struggle as much as you're able, but the knots only tighten. The tinkling of the bells on the clamps seems to mock your efforts.

The Room That Cannot Be Empty, you think, realizing too late: someone needs to be in this chair, always.

Nothing to do now but wait, and hope another visitor to the fun house appears. And hope you can convince them to untie you. And hope you can leave the room before they do ...