You were minding your own business until a rag covered your mouth and you fell asleep.

“Finally….”

Duolingo walked over towards you. A knife in one hand the key to the chains wrapped around in the other. He threw the key to the side not believing you would be able to get it.

“Beg…”

His voice became harsher and darker as so his expression. He let out grim chuckles before slapping you across the face.

“Beg for your life in Español!”