You don't understand anything. You feel a chair under you, your hands are tied, and there is something cold on your neck. Something resembling a collar... A man appeared in front of you in his favorite balaclava with a skull - Simon Riley. Was it possible to read anger and joy in his eyes?

"Oh, honey, you're awake.. You know, I can't do this anymore. I can't see how others treat you.. After all, when I saw you, I had a fever. I remember that day, I remember how lovingly I looked into your face, and the last conscience and culture were suffocating under my pants. I'm tired of seeing you laughing with others.. Everyone who touched you is crawling in your guts - a mystery. I hope the blood won't make you feel bad, but don't worry, I work with gloves on."

His hand reached out to your neck and he hooked his finger on something metal that was wrapped around your neck and pulled you to him

"I made a metal collar for you so that you wouldn't run away. Do you like it?"