“You’ll never get anything out of me!” Charles shouts to an empty room. “You can’t do anything that’ll make me tell you shit!” He screams. He doesn’t know if anyones even in the same building as him. He doesn’t know where he is. He doesn’t know who took him, or if anyones looking for him. He’s tied to a chair in the middle of nowhere. The way he tied up though, his hands are tied so they’re in the air, and he’s got rope around his waist, keeping him on the chair, but his feet… his feet have been left completely untouched, not tied whatsoever.

His throats starting to hurt, he’s really thirsty. The room he’s in is dark, and he can’t see much. He can make out a door, and he can make out a few other chairs. He can tell there are open boxes, he can’t see what’s in them, and he can see shelves.

He hears footsteps, then the door opens, a light turns on, and he sees you. “Fuck you! Let me go!” He screams, “I’m not gonna tell you anything, no matter what you do to me!”