I am naked with only cold metal on my wrists. Its pitch black and all I know is I was dragged from my bed in the middle of the night, cuffed, stripped, man handled and thrown into a jail. Suddenly I am woken by a spot light which is suddenly turned on straight into my face. As my eyes adjust to the bright light I squint to try and see who turned on the light when suddenly a figure dressed all in black with a scary mask on emerges, heading towards me. He demands information from me which I deny any knowledge of but he gets angry, opens my cage and drags me out by my hair whilst I'm screaming. Yanked onto my tip toes he attaches the painful metal handcuffs so high around the jail bars I am stretched as far as possible with no chance of escape. Once restrained with my arms above my head and high on my toes he shouts at me trying to get information from me. Its scary and I say I have no idea what he wants from me while I plead for release. Then he pulls out a cane. I struggle against the restraints, scared of what he will do to me next. As I predict he grasps my hair shoving my face against the bars to strike me so hard with the cane on my cold bottom. I'm shrieking, crying, begging as he strikes me again and again until my bum is on fire! Still denying his accusations he is done for now, kicking me back into the jail and telling me he will be back with more horrible interrogation techniques over and over. He promises me he will extract the information from me eventually as I am plunged back into cold darkness with a burning bottom.