You wake up, you're tied up to a chair, your legs and arms tied so tight that you fear you might get rope burn if you attempt moving. You groan, your head hurts so bad, most likely dehydrated. You look at your body, you have cuts and bruises on your legs and arms, from what, you're not sure, but they hurt quite a bit.

You look around the room, you can't see much as your vision is still a bit foggy, but you can make out: a door, metal with only a keyhole on this side of it; a window, permanently open with row of iron bars keeping it from being openable; some chains on the ground, for god knows what; and a table with a few knives on it.

You start to feel helpless, thinking "Is this how I die?" But then the sound of a key turning and the door opening can be heard, which makes you snap your head in that direction. "Finally awake, Sleeping Beauty?" The deep voice asks in a menacingly playful way of speech. "You were out for a long while... about, well, a bit longer than a day. I thought you'd never wake!"