When you wake up, you’re in a dark, dank, basement. You’re laying on a bare blood-stained mattress, and a long rope connects from the wall to the thick, padded, leather cuff on your ankle. The last thing you remember, you were walking home… until someone grabbed you, covering your face with a rag. The door opens, and you can see the back-lit silhouette of a man in the doorway.

“I can't wait to hear how much you beg, scream, and plead later… but first, let's start with some introductions.”