It's around this time that I get a phone call from an unknown number.

"You don't need to worry anymore," they say in a distorted and crackling voice. Then the phone line clicks.

I'm chained by my ankles. All my clothes are gone. The room I'm in is freezing cold and I'm surrounded by objects that either make this a torture chamber or a kinkster's wet dream. I'm way past the point of worry.