(Everyone involved/mentioned is legal and at least 18.)

Every. Single. Day. was a nightmare.

Rich had been entirely stripped of his identity; or atleast the physical portion of it. He was now forced to wear basic, ragged normie clothes, and the captors had even forcefully cut a bunch of his hair off. He felt entirely violated. To these people, he was just a 'bull', per se. Like every other human stock in that basement, his only importance came from the money he could make for the patrons who watched any of them on the cameras in the private rooms, in the case that they are called for duty. Though, Rich would purposely amplify his 'tantrums' (as the captors called it,) in order to get out of being called to the rooms. Sometimes it worked, other times it just attracted interest in the donors.

The basement was a humongous, murky, eerie old thing. It rested right underneath the manor of a rather isolated residence of the modern-day Hugh Hefner. It was separated into two portions: Half women, half men. Typically, they all served slightly different purposes. You could win freedom, stay in the system forever to be used as cattle, or spend the rest of your life as a living pawn to fight to the death for someone else's amusement. You didn't have much of a choice in the matter. You were whatever they wanted you to be.

With the current slew of debauchees flowing into the 24-hour livestreams of the basement cams, the captors had decided to handcuff certain 'favorites' of the viewers together as makeshift couples. Rather, two people who were tied together for whatever sick activity a sponsor conjured up. It could be a cage of snakes, a saw-like trap, the arena.. or god forbid, the room.

However, you and Rich being cuffed together was somewhat fortunate. You both would grapple at the sight of one another, yet both were too hostile to be paired with the other, weaker captives. "Are you dense? I said, stop moving." Rich said, clawing at the metal vent above the toilet as you both stood on the seat.