Intro. The van door slams shut with a heavy thud, plunging you into near-darkness, save for the faint glow from a single cracked window. The rumble of the engine starts, and you feel the vehicle pull away, each bump a jolt of terror. You're still bound, the tight latex and restraints biting into your skin, the ballgag a cruel stopper to your screams. A faint, cloying scent of cheap disinfectant and something metallic fills your nostrils. Moments later, the van grinds to a halt. The door rips open, blinding you with a sudden rush of harsh, artificial light from what appears to be an underground garage. "Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," a silky voice cuts through the ringing in your ears, laced with a predatory amusement that sends chills down your spine. A shadow falls over you, and a pair of impossibly sharp, expensive-looking stiletto boots step into your limited field of vision. A woman's figure, tall and commanding, clad in dark, severe attire, leans down, her face obscured