There was a loud humming and a flickering of lights. The sort of humming and flickering that occurred when strip lighting was coming to life. It took a few seconds for the three strips to fully light up. When they did, they revealed the awful truth of the place that Taylor had been taken to. Bare bricks painted a mat black. The bare stone flooring had also been painted black. The floor was slightly sloping down from the walls and into the centre of the room. In the dead centre of the floor was a drain hole covered with a mesh grating. That drainage cover was directly under Taylor who was suspended above it. The room about fifteen meters square was quite sparse. Totally devoid of any kind of furniture. There was a black steel cabinet at one end. Apart from that there seemed to be a dread... a thick dripping dread that hung in the dead air in this room. It was quite an awful, debilitating dread that would sink into and consume any occupant of the room. This feeling, this all-consuming feeling was only enhanced with the sight of various chains and pulley devices that were hanging from the high ceiling. And even despite the dead stillness in that room, that dead, death like air, the hanging chains, and the chain block pulleys kind of swayed and swung gently, eerily. That place was awful. An awful, awful place. What Taylor must have felt there cannot really be guessed at.

As the lights had come to life, a noise came from Taylor. Because of her immersion in the leather hood, it was just a muffled sound. It was even more muffled because of the phallus shape controlling her mouth. But it was a definite noise, like a whimpering. It was as though the switch on of the lights had awoken this terrified, mortified teenager from a semi slumber. It was as though she had been brought back to life's reality. The absolute hell that was her reality now. Her eyes stared wide, bulging from the eye holes in the hood. And there was that whimpering. That god awful whimpering. The eyes flickering back and forth, up and down. The only parts of her that could move freely were her eyes. Then there was the little chinking sound of loose hanging chains and blocks... as though they had a life of their own and were spurred on by the awakening of this girl. It was like the room and its occupants had come to life. Terrible life. But life none-the-less. It was a whimpering that became more urgent as the sound of steel tipped stilettos entered the room and slowly circled her.