Dungeon Mistress

You find yourself in a hot and arid dungeon that is extremely dimly lit. Hunger has begun to claw at your insides and your profuse sweating has you dehydrated. Thick and tough ropes around your arms, thighs, ankles and wrists render you completely immobilized and unable to do anything but helplessly wriggle. You hear the heavy steel door to the dungeon unlock and clamber open, squealing menacingly... and you feel the terrifying presence of the Dungeon Mistress.