You wake up on a damp tile floor. It's dark, and it smells awful. You're not sure where you are, but you know it's not where you went to bed. Wait... Did you go to bed? Your head's all fuzzy. Nothing's coming back to you from last night. All you can tell is that you ache all over and you feel like you've been drugged. And you seem to have something cold and metal around your ankle.

As your vision starts to adjust to the darkness, you can start to make out a few things. You're in a large, empty bathroom - and a dirty one at that - and you're chained to a pipe by the wall. And to your horror, leaning against the pipe itself is a deceased fellow prisoner, now little more than a skeleton with a bloodied t-shirt and jeans.

And just as you're taking all this in, there's a loud metal CLUNK and the sliding door slides open, bathing the room in the dull, green lights from the corridor outside. And stood, silhouetted in the hallway, is a figure in a robe and a pig mask, brandishing a powered-on electrical cattle prod. You find yourself involuntarily take a sharp breath as the figure marches in... and then promptly walks over to the wall opposite and attempts to mount a urinal in reverse. In heels?

And you're quite sure you heard a distinctly feminine voice mutter - somewhat muffled beneath the mask - "I need a piss."

Is this really happening?!