I awoke with the shock of baffling consciousness, not sure how I got to where I was. The walls were concrete; old and cracked. A single red lightbulb flickered from its socket, which dangled haphazardly from the worn, mildewed ceiling. I was sitting in a wooden chair and couldn’t move, my hands bound securely behind my back.
An old VHS camcorder was set up directly in front of me and the red light was blinking, as if to remind me I’m being watched. Behind the camera I noticed a large mirror, spotted and smudged from years of neglect. I squinted at my dull reflection and realized for the first time that I was, in fact, completely naked on this chair.
*Where the fuck did my clothes go?!* I glanced down at my bare skin and realized that I was wearing **something**. A shiny metal cage was wrapped tightly around my penis, holding it to my crotch, while my balls hung awkwardly underneath, dripping with sweat. My feet were strapped together and locked to metal rings that had been soldered to the floor. In the mirror I noticed that a large, rusty chain hung overhead, just behind where I sat. I was confused. I was terrified. *How did I get here?*