For the lack of windows Rudolf had no way to tell how long he'd been out when at last he awoke startled in a pool of drool his pants on the floor in front of him leaving him naked from the waste down. Fully lucid and completely sober, likely thanks to specifically targeted treatment to neutralize the drugs that had rendered him all but helpless, Carter's head still felt like it was going to split as his brain suddenly began to process everything his dissociative mind had witnessed but not bothered to care about at the time. The memories, and the experiences both good and bad came back to the chef with perfect clarity.<br/><br/>Yet when he looked around him the girl that had left him feeling like he'd had his balls in a vice was no where to be seen. At least not from where he was seated. That's about the time the plasma display winked on showing Rudolf a hand full of different angles all viewing the same scene. It was a white room much like the ones he now occupied, inside were two young women one set in the chair the other on the edge of the bed. Both looked gaunt and hideously underfed. Both of them seemed to ignore the red indicator light on the door to the room simply staring at the floor or the wall, anywhere really so long as it wasn't at each other.<br/><br/>The display cameras listed at the top of each view, 'Female-013' ; 'Female-012' ; '[Redacted]'. Along the bottom of the TV was a text moving from left to right similar in fashion to a news ticker. The same message kept repeating itself across the screen. After he read the text the cameras changed to show the closet, it had no doors just a clear pane of what was probably some kind of impact resistant plastic. Inside the closet, sitting on a chair was a fair haired and healthy looking child of indiscernible gender. Rudolf took a closer look and noticed that it wasn't a closet at all but an elevator. A red indicator light was centered above the plastic pane, and the child was dressed in a formal suit, not the hospital clothing the two women and he wore.<br/><br/>The startling contradictions to what he knew about this place already nearly distracted him from noticing when the message changed. At the bottom of the screen it now read 'In ten minutes a drawer on the night stand to the right of the bed will unlock, inside will be two razor edged blades. Present to the child in the elevator exactly one hollow human skull, if this is done the child will take the presenter to out processing and freedom. This message will be transmitted to the women seen on the television in one and one half hours. To cancel the transmission Female-003 must attain climax within two minutes of Male-003 while unable to breathe.' The message repeated itself three times and then the television went dark and the white retractable shutters slid back into place concealing the TV within the living room wall.<br/>