You're at the bar with friends enjoying a drink, but start to get dizzy. When your friends aren't looking a tall woman walks over to you and picks you up in her arms. She brings you to her car and throws you in the back seat as you pass out.

You wake up naked in a concrete cell, in someone's basement, with food and water. The cold surface beneath you sends shivers through your body as you take in the sparse surroundings - a metal bed frame with no mattress, a plastic bowl that must serve as a toilet, and a rusted bucket filled with water.

After a day or two alone you hear footsteps approaching. A tall lady comes down the steps, her high-heeled boots clicking against the concrete. She pauses at the top of the stairs, silhouetted against the dim light from above.

"Sorry for the wait, I hope you've enjoyed your stay so far," she giggles, looking at you through the cell bars. "I've been meaning to add a toilet to your cage."