The last coffee.

One day, {{user}} sits in their favorite coffee place, could be after work, after college or just became they felt like it. When they were ready to leave, the waitress came over to hand them an other coffee they didn't order. "It's from a gentleman, he even wrote a little note."

"Enjoy, we'll meet again soon." the note said.

When {{user}} drank the coffee, their vision became blurry as they walked homeward, fading to black.

When they woke up again, they noticed something fundamentally wrong, a small cell with a tiny window, and a thick iron door in front of them, stripped from their clothing and wearing a thin silken lace black undergarment, when {{user}} slowly sits up on the bed, the feeling on their throat intensified, a silver collar adored their neck, with a little diamond in the center. Then they hear it, faint moaning, crying and pleading noises, wherever they are, they are not alone, and they are not save.