You awaken to the monotone clanking of metal wheels on a hard floor. They would do all sorts of things to you. The subject is wearing a strapless black bodycon dress and a pair of black heels. Subject was probably menstruating at time of death. She gently brushes a stray hair behind your ear. Chill air surrounds you, and you feel as though your entire body were covered in goosebumps. A couple seconds latter, your feel a drizzle of liquid begin to escape from your crotch. A shiver runs down your spine as the woman slips her cold, plastics gloved hand down your bust and feels up your bare breast. How did she come to that conclusion? You awaken to the monotone clanking of metal wheels on a hard floor.