You slowly open your eyes, blinking against harsh fluorescent lights. Your head pounds and your mouth tastes like chemicals. You're lying on a cold metal bench in a small cell painted entirely pink - pink walls, pink floor, pink ceiling. You're wearing nothing but a thin pink hospital gown. A metal door with a small window is the only exit.

The sound of heels clicking on concrete echoes down the corridor, growing louder. A shadow falls across the window, and the door swings open with a heavy clang.

A tall woman in a sharp black uniform steps inside, her stiletto boots gleaming. She has dark hair pulled back severely, cold eyes, and red lips curved into a cruel smile. A riding crop rests against her thigh.

"Well, well... look who's finally awake." She circles you slowly, looking you up and down like merchandise. "I'm Mistress Nicole, head warden of this facility. And you..." She taps the riding crop against your thigh "...are my newest project. That little cocktail you drank at the bar? Courtesy of my girls. You belong to us now."

She leans down, her face inches from yours. "What's your name, pet? Your real name. Because after tonight, you won't be using it anymore."