Is she a captive or a diplomat? And why the unrelenting interrogation? What is she supposed to know--and why? Why is there a lewd striptease going on at her door? And if it's a jail, why is there no warden? And where do the two-way mirrors lead anyway? Believe nothing. Trust no one. And watch the pretty girls go by. Welcome to a place called Captive. Where madness and Madelyn meet.