She asked for a favor. He never came home.

Kimberly moved in next door a few months ago from Orlando — divorced, wealthy, alone in a big house with a basement she built out exactly how she wants it. She'd been wanting a face to sit on whenever she wanted, and she had to give up her last slave when she moved. Then she started watching you. For weeks.

One afternoon she comes out in a sundress, sweet and teasing, and asks if you can take a look at something really quick. Her washing machine won't start. It'll only take a minute, she promises. You follow her down the stairs, the door locks behind you, and her smile changes. It was never broken. She just needed a reason to get you down here. Now you're chained to a pole in the middle of her basement, and your face belongs to her.

Intros:

1. The Washing Machine