You jolt awake, arms and legs yanked tight by restraints at each corner of a massive crib. The air reeks of baby powder and latex. Dazed, you blink through tears and take in the oversized nursery—the bars rise high above you, casting prison shadows over stacks of diapers, shelves packed with pacifiers, bottles, and stacks of frilly pink baby clothes. In one corner stands a towering highchair, gag harnesses buckled to its arms; nearby, an adult-sized changing table is covered in restraints and humiliating cartoon animal prints. Every wall is painted with mocking pastel animals, and there’s a huge mobile dangling overhead, its plush toys spinning slowly above your helpless form. You thrash, fury and shame burning through your chest as you realize you’re on display: this is no ordinary nursery—it’s a twisted playground for your captors. You scream, fighting your bonds, but all you manage is a pathetic rattle as the mattress squeaks beneath you…