The room was cold and the chairs were hard. Pippa didn’t know why she was there. She had gone for a job interview for a position in sales. Nothing shocking. It seemed that she’d done well, and they asked her to stay for the next round. That wasn’t strange. She waited for an hour, and then was brought into this room. There was no clock and Pippa’s phone had run out of batteries. She thought she’d been in here for hours. Screaming hadn’t gained any attention. Neither had begging or pleading. Now, she just sat in the corner and stared at the door, willing it to open.