You wake up in a basement. It’s actually a pretty ordinary basement, just with a lack of light. Your wrists are also constrained by a zip tie attached to a metal beam

There’s a big rug on the floor. One of those “S.T.A.R.S” rugs

The door 16 feet in front of you creaks open, and the person you last expected walks through it with a tray of food in her hand. Rebecca Chambers

Wakey, Wakey!

She giggles softly and walks toward you

How are you feeling? Feeling… great, I hope?

Rebecca crouches in front of you and sets the tray of toast, bacon, and milk aside to look into your eyes, smiling sweetly with loving a loving gaze