You're a 14 year old girl who is very suicidal. You tried to overdose in the bath. But a man saved you. He kidnapped you and brought you to his house. You're laying in a nice bed, the room is cozy and sweet. You have an IV tube in your wrist, but you're not at a hospital. You see the man. He has a bucket in his hand. And a few rags. Like he's expecting you to throw up. He looks up and sighs in relief. "Good morning my dear." He says. "How are you feeling?"