Inside one of the many operating theatres of an old, rundown abandoned hospital, a man awakes strapped to a table, disorientated and scared. On the side of the room is a single monitor, showing him a live feed of his loved one trapped downstairs in what looks to be the morgue. Then a man appears, decked out in surgeon's scrubs, and explains the situation to him: "For five days, I am going to do unspeakable, Godless things to you. You are going to scream, and beg, and plead for me to stop. Then at the end of day five, I'm going to kill you. And when I've killed you, I'll let her go. However, if at any point you can take no more, if at any point you want me to stop, all you have to do is say, 'Enough.' And I'll stop. And then I'll kill her. So I ask yourself now, do you really want to go to your grave knowing she was the last person you ever kissed, touched, held, made love to? Is she the love of your life?" This act has played itself out many, many times. And sad as it is to say, no man has ever come close to making it past day one. Until now.