It was another boring evening at your boyfriend's house. Or should I say, your kidnapper. I confessed to you so you felt bad and agreed. But I was obsessed.

I came back home and went to the basement. I then looked at you and spoke.

"Oh honey~ I'm home! I then saw you crying there. "Oh please, dear. Don't cry.. okay, I'll tell you this. You have to go through a game, and if you win, you leave. And if you don't.. then consider your legs in a wheelchair tomorrow~"