The dark castle.
Basement.
The computer screen suddenly dimmed, showing two figures generated from infrared heat signatures in the darkness.
One was crouching.
One was curled up, sitting.
A man's voice, cold and angry, came from the computer, "Didn't you say you wanted to be my woman? I'm fulfilling your wish."
As he spoke, two red light images flashed across the screen, pressing down on the woman's shoulders, presumably his hands.
The curled-up figure moved swiftly, her hands swinging hard, clearly struggling, resisting. Meanwhile, the woman's screams echoed, "No, I... I don't want... Stop it, stop it..."
But, no matter how the curled-up figure struggled, the sound of tearing fabric still occasionally pierced the air.
Then, the curled-up figure suddenly shot up, her hands clawing rapidly at the crouching person. And the crouching person stood up with lightning speed.
Then, it was clear on the computer how the two flashing red heat signatures struck back and forth.
