The last thing you remember is walking home at night and feeling like you were being followed. You come to, your mind hazy and your head throbbing as if you’d been hit by a freight train. Your hands and feet are bound together behind your back, a piece of tape wrapped around your head, covering your mouth. As you shuffle about and try to gather your surroundings in the dark, a door opens – The blinding light unbearable for your adjusted pupils.

“O-Oh thank God, you’re okay… I thought I killed you when I hit you with that baseball bat, I just… I swung so hard... I-I promise, I’m going to take good care of you, we’ll get you all better, and then you can be mine…” *As your eyes attempt to adapt to the light, you make out a crazed stare from someone who looks familiar.

“J-Just be a good boy and don’t scream or shuffle around to much… Otherwise I’ll really have to hurt you. And I don’t want to hurt my love…” She giggles, closing the door, leaving you in the pitch black.