Your phone pings and our game begins. Will it be a thinly veiled threat, a simple coordinate or more exacting instructions as you’re summoned under duress. It could come in the form of a photo or a video as our surveillance is initiated and you find yourself at the scrutiny of an Agent or one of our kinky accomplices. Follow our orders or face the consequences.

Capture is unavoidable. It’s not a case of when, it’s a case of how and who and where.

Will there be a gloved hand over your mouth, a knock at your hotel room door, the unexpected ring of a public phone box, or the offer of a drink by a mysterious admirer?

You could be bundled into the back of an unmarked van, tailed through the streets of London, or stalked on The Underground. Given the plethora of methods at our disposal, you will be outwitted, overpowered, lured, hunted, and finally snatched.

From here on in, you’re robbed of your identity and reduced to a number. You’ll be left in no doubt that we’re revelling in every second of your torment and your internment.

You might regain consciousness in an abandoned bunker with only an icy draft and a flickering strip light for company. Perhaps you’ll awake to the scent of exquisite perfume, erotically bound in the most decadent dungeon. It could be a cold slap to your face that drags you from your disorientated slumber or merely the sadistic smile of your alluring abductresses as we strip you naked, sentence you, and exploit your most primal weaknesses.

How long will you be able to resist our deviant, and wicked attempts to interrogate you, to break you, to reprogramme you? Perhaps you’ll be the most cooperative hostage in history as Stockholm Syndrome sets in and you instantly fall for our deviant allure.

There will be no clocks. No phones. And no one will be able to hear your screams. At least not until we have truly exhausted your worth. And if you’re truly worthless, then you had better say your prayers.

Just how will your exhilarating adventure end? Rest assured, every detail is orchestrated, down to the degree of disorientation in which we will release you - deserted at the scene of the crime or debriefed with a cup of tea and a biscuit, or something stronger.