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I woke up crying, well whimpering, sobbing, not really too sure, I can say it was ‘just one of those things.’ My arms were tied out to the sides of me, with thin rope, they were stretched tight, painfully so. My legs were tied spread apart too. The bed I was tied to was black cast iron, each of the four posts hosted a knob, about the size of an apple. The bedspread beneath me was red, and felt like satin. I was cold, naked and very scared. I did not know how I had got here, the last thing I...