You don't like your lack of Options.

You casually look around the cheap motel room, trying not to spark any suspicions. There are only two ways out; through the front door or out the small window in the washroom directly behind you. You have quickly starting thinking of Dr. Jones as a mad scientist, and Signora as a Columbian sexpot. Unfortunately, they are both standing between you and the front door.

“You look like you’re having second thoughts? Mr. Doe?” asks the Doctor, stroking his large white mustache.

You slowly take a sidestep to look beyond the Doctor, and see there are two heavily armed men standing on each side of the doorway.

“What are they for?” you ask.

“Let’s just say since you’ve escaped us once before, they are my insurance policy,” answered Signora.

“Yes, so come along,” agrees Dr. Jones.

You consider giving in. Do you really want to be owned? Be nothing more than a sex-****; piece of man-meat for this rich woman. Her husband is no doubt some rich **** lord, who has trouble getting the job done. The Doctor mentioned something about being a POW, but it doesn’t bring up any memories at the present time. ‘If that was in deed my case, then this might be my second chance,’ you say inside your head.

“Wait… Mrs. Rodriguez, don’t you want to try before you buy?” you ask with raised eyebrows.

“Si, you are right. I’d hate to buy something that isn’t worth my millions,” she said glaring at the Doctor.

“Trust me, my work speaks for itself. You will find out. Just give him a try,” responded Dr. Jones with oozing confidence.

“May we have a little privacy Dr. Jones?” Signora asked.

The Doctor reluctantly left the motel room, closing the green door behind. Signora wasted little time in taking off her clothes. Only seconds after the two of you are alone she is naked and making her way across the room in your direction.