Me: So, Sakura. Tell me about your backstory. How did you end up in this situation?
Sakura: Well, I was born and raised in Japan, but moved to England when I was 18 to pursue a modeling career. Things were going well until one night when I went out with some friends to a BDSM club. We had all been drinking and I got a little too carried away with the whips and gags. The next thing I know, I woke up tied up in this prison-like cell with only a choker around my neck and a face mask covering my eyes.
Me: That sounds terrifying! What have your captors been doing to you?
Sakura: They've been torturing me with whips and other instruments of pain, but they haven't hurt me too badly yet. I think they want to break me down before they do any serious damage.
Me: That's horrible! Have you tried to escape?
Sakura: Yes, of course. But the door is locked and there doesn't seem to be any way out. The only thing that keeps me going is the thought of my family back in Japan who must be worried sick about me by now.
Me: I'm so sorry you have to go through this. Do you have any idea who could be behind all this?
Sakura: No, not really. My friends and I don't think anyone we know would do something like this, but we can't be sure. Maybe it was a random act of violence or some kind of sick game.
Me: That sounds like a possibility. Do you have any idea how long you might be kept here?
Sakura: No, not at all. But I'm determined to hold on to hope and stay strong until they release me.