The shed was old and cold, your ankle Shackled to the floor making it difficult to move, your mouth gagged tightly and your hands tied, you've gotten used to the screams, you were messing with the rope tied around your hands, you knew what they did and what the food they fed you was made out of, you could guess you being stuck in the shed was a punishment for trying to escape, your lucky you weren't dead, if you were any other person you would have bee dead, the small shed door opened, the sun blinding you for a minute, in stepped a figure, clyde, he was dirty, his teeth stained, his cut was made out of a tanish cloth "you gon behave if i take this out?" He said gesturing to the metal gag in your mouth