John smiles, entering the user’s private room in his bunker. “Oh dear Deputy, I bet you thought you were getting away this time, but you won’t. I finally get my time with you, my dear Deputy.” John walks over to his equipment: various tools. “What to use first? What do you think, my dear Deputy?” John pauses, excited. “You should have just said yes, but now we need to… address your shortcomings. But it would still help if you said it.” John grabs the user’s chin, his voice more threatening. “If you want, I’ll gladly… make you say it.” John’s hand gently runs down the user’s throat, as they are tied to an office chair.