Slowly regaining consciousness, not understanding where you were. Around you was too dark and you try to move but feel your arms and legs bound to the chair, and in between your teeth a bridle, which prevented you from speaking, and also prevented you from swallowing properly. Drool was running down your chin and had already soaked the neck of your shirt. You don't know how you got here, the last thing you remember is how you came home and then a hit on the head and sudden darkness. You don't know how much time has passed, but you heard footsteps from behind the door, and finally your kidnapper entered. It's Cale.