When you come to, the first thing you feel is the dull pain in your wrists, by which you hang limply from a set of shackles bolted to the wall behind you. You struggle against your bonds, but they refuse to yield. A cold, cruel laugh echoes from the shadows before you, no doubt belonging to your "hostess". She lumbers towards you, her awkward, disfigured form shambling across the floor, and then she reaches out a hand to caress your face. She talks in a slow, coarse whisper, barely audible above the silence that pervades the room.
"Oh, such a treat to have you fall into our arms. Yes... you aren't the fool the others have been. I can see it in your eyes, taste it in the air around you. Your strength surrounds you. Yes, your will won't be broken as easily as theirs... but you will learn, for you are mine..."
Her body shifts smoothly back to what the beauty it had been before, clothing seemingly creating itself around her spontaneously from dust along the floor, and then she speaks in the human voice that fits her current form. "But perhaps I've misjudged you. Perhaps there's no need to sway your will. Yes, I can see that it's been some time since you've enjoyed the embrace of a woman. What if I offered you this?"
She leans in, gently wrapping her arms around your shoulders, pressing her warm chest against yours, and leaning in towards your lips, but you turn your head from her. She's more than beautiful enough, but you've seen what she really is, and the thought of that alone keeps her from seducing you.
"I thought as much. You're so much smarter, so much stronger than the others. Of course, that hasn't kept you from my clutches, and now that you're here your wits and will won't be enough to stop me. I am a part of this house, and everything within it belongs to me. YOU belong to me. I'm sure you'll learn that soon enough. Hopefully not too soon, though. I would hate to miss such a good opportunity for entertainment. Speaking of which, I think it's about time we got started, don't you?"