Your captors grasp your arms, and lead you from the truck. You can't believe your eyes as you survey the prison yard, watching the sacks writhe and listening to the laughter the punishment device is eliciting.
It's clear you should cooperate.
You are led into the cell block. You pass a room just as an interrogator enters it, and before he closes the door, manage a glance inside.
One of the girls whimpers as the door slams.
You pass cell after cell, some with victims being tortured, some with unoccupied restraints and torture devices.
A warehouse like room, filled with rows of prisoners undergoing sensitisation treatment. Tanks filled with gas to enhance nerve endings, and breathing apparatus pumping laughing agents into the lungs of the unfortunate souls inside.
And at last, you reach your destination. The restraints beckon to you.
Your sentence is about to begin.