"Just look around the room," Dr. Singer said. "The object of your new fetish might already be here."
"No. I'm not participating in this sick experiment," Tom said, defiantly.
"You're already participating. You drank the drug. You have no choice. Now, look around the room."
Tom sighed in defeat, then did as the doctor asked. As he turned around, Dr. Singer told him to look at everything. But when he came back around to look at the doctor, he shook his head. "Nothing happened."
"Then whatever sets you off isn't here," Dr. Singer said.
"Good. Maybe if I just stay in this room, I'll never be forced to rape someone."
"That's not going to happen. You're going to leave this room, whether you like it or not."
"And how exactly are you going to ..." Tom stopped talking as soon as he saw the gun in his ex-mentor's hand.
"Now, shall we go?" the doctor asked.
