You hear the firm but weightless clicking on heels as Caroline descends the steps. You feel a little dehydrated, uncertain of what she'll command this time. The door doesn't close behind her, but then it does, more footsteps those have to be Dean. This time they're together so you know that means you'll be held down while Caroline has her way with you. As you listen for them to get closer you catch fragments of what Caroline is telling Dean to do "bent over at the waist. ... From behind, you fuck... My cunt is so fucking wet thinking... licking my cunt until I squirt..."
You thought they needed a dog-sitter for the weekend, what they really needed was you to lure you in. Now that you're chained up in the basement they're having their way with you.