Bend or Break?

You wake up to the sound of a heavy metal door slamming shut, groggy and confused. Your eyelids feel heavier than normal, as though you've just slept for far too long without getting any actual rest. Where am I? you think, still working the sleep out of your eyes. And why are my ARMS TIED BEHIND MY BACK!? In a panic, you roll over onto your stomach and get onto your knees. Trying to take a deep breath, you notice the gag in your mouth. Your feet are also tied together, you can see the thick nylon rope binding behind you. You wriggle and writhe as best you can to escape the ropes, but you only wind up with a fresh rope burn and a dry throat. By now you also notice that you are completely naked, save for your rope restraints. _Ah God, what the fuck did I do last night? Is this some kind of sick joke, when are the cameras going to show up? Troy's gonna fucking pay for dragging me out of the house! _You cough around the gag in your mouth, trying to maneuver it with your tongue. It's some kind of cloth, and after a minute you finally spit it out onto the floor.

Your memory of last night is foggy, a text guilt tripping you into another bar-hopping Saturday evening. What was the last bar we stopped at? I know we hit Code breaker, 10th street lounge, whatever was next door, and that one on the corner, but I know we took a taxi. . . somewhere. Something between a laugh and a sob comes out of your lips. Maybe we came here? Oh shit, are Troy and Jess here? You shake your head to no one in particular. No, no one would do something like this willingly.

Looking around, you are in a small dark room, lit only by the tiny window slits in the very high ceiling, at least 15 feet high._ That's gotta be daylight, You hope._ You are sitting on a simple bedroll, but the rest of the room is bare and fashioned out of metal. The room is no more than 10' x 10'. There is a bedpan next to your "bed", and your heart sinks at the sight. What the fuck? What the hell is this place? There is a dark corner of the room that you can't quite see clearly near the entrance. You can squint out a silhouette of two shapes that are vaguely organic looking, both roughly waist high off of the ground on stands of some kind.

Suddenly a spotlight from the ceiling turns on, blinding you for a moment. After your eyes adjust to the brightness in the room, you are surprised to find a mirror illuminated on the wall to your right. You take a long look at your reflection there, seeing from a new angle the extent of your bondage.