Sometimes I feel like I'm watching one of those movies where the girl gets kidnapped and first she's dragged from her bed and chloroformed and doesn't really fight because she's in shock, then she's in the trunk of a car and when the kidnapper takes her out she pretends to be asleep "biding her time to escape." Then she's carried through the house, still faking sleep, her heart pounding, any minute now she will fight, she will run! Then she's placed in a basement where her captor exits scene. She looks around, no windows, steel door, nothing but a cot and a bucket. There will be no more chances to escape, she is 100% dependent on her captor for food/entertainment/physical touch... kinda feels like we're all waiting for that chance but that steel door is starting to close.