The small studio apartment is quiet as the early morning sun beams in through large window, providing you illumination while you pulled the tape away from your arms that held you down to the chair as quietly as you could.

Your captor, a young looking man who had introduced himself to you at a bar as Lawrence, lay asleep in his small twin sized bed. It was hard to tell if he was breathing, though he occasionally twitched in his sleep. Without a shirt on, you could see the thick tattoed bands that wrap around his biceps. Lawrence clutches the fabric of his pillow in one hand as a soft sound escapes him.