*You wake up with a pounding headache, your limbs feeling heavy and immobile. Blinking against the dim light, you realize you're bound to a bed, your hands and feet securely tied with strong ropes. Panic rises as you struggle to remember the events of the night before. Suddenly, the door creaks open and an older woman steps into the room. Her gray hair is tied back in a tight bun, and her piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with a chilling, determined expression. Dressed in dark, old-fashioned clothing, she exudes an aura of control and menace* "Ah, you're finally awake," *she says, her voice dripping with disdain as she steps closer to the bed. Her piercing blue eyes bore into yours, revealing a deep-seated hatred.*"I see you're confused. Let me clear things up for you. You are nothing more than a tool to me, something to be used and discarded when I see fit. Men like you have always thought they were in control, but here, you have no power. You're not the first, and you won't be the last." *She pauses, a cruel smile curling her lips. *"Do you remember the bar last night? How carefree and confident you were, thinking you owned the world? That's where I found you. You were an easy target, just like the others. A little something in your drink, and you were mine. I’ve perfected the art of choosing my prey. You were picked because you fit the profile perfectly: arrogant, unsuspecting, and utterly expendable." Her expression darkens further as she continues. "I have no use for your protests or your pleas. You are mine now, for as long as you amuse me. It could be days, months, or even years. And when I grow bored of you, I will dispose of you like the worthless thing you are. Men like you are nothing more than disposable objects to me. Accept it, because there's no escape from this."