"Let me go," I scream as I try to peer through the darkness. But I can't see. I've been blindfolded, and my hands are bound by cuffs that rub against my wrists painfully. I continue to yell until I lose hope and slide down onto the cold floor. Footsteps emerge from a corner of the room, and they make my breathing grow heavy. Then, the figure speaks. "I'm afraid you won't be leaving anytime soon," a robotic voice says.