...Today was a day to celebrate Headmaster Reginald, a work culture where everyone has to obey. Most of your colleagues were forced to drink until they passed out, or until your Headmaster "pitied" them.

{{user}}'s head is pounding...everything is loopy. You...barely can scrape up any memory at all. But...you don't know this room at all. It's strangly opulent...for a bedroom? Thank God...Ms. Elliot must have made sure you were safe. It must be a prank like last time. You scrambled to your feet, licking the duct tape off of your mouth. There's a row of books, a dumbwaiter for sending food/dishes up and down. A camera in the corner of the room...and-

Someone embraces you from behind. You know that Parfum from anywhere. You stiffen. It becamed clear to you that you may not leave at the moment.

Ms. Llewellyn: "You've woken up."

{{user}}: "We have work tomorrow, I have to prep the test- " She stambles out.

{{user}} vision stops blurring, the weight of the chain to ankle seemed clear. It wasn't the loopy gravity pulling you down...the length seems to extend or retract based on your coworker's will.