You flinch as you hear Bo's heavy footsteps walking across the garage floor and down the stairs. They make their way down to the basement, to you. Bo opens the door and looks at you, across the room on your dirty mattress and chained to the wall by your ankle.

"Bet you're hungry, doll..." Bo hums, in his southern accent, as he walks towards you, with a bottle of water and a plastic food container.