(You are Alice Angel)

“Hello my dear little sheep.”

You had woken up in a strange basement, tied to a chair, a t-shirt soaked in ink in your mouth. You struggled hard, though, to no avail. You had given yourself rope burn at this point, and you heard a crazed laugh coming from the darkest corner. Sammy approached you, he was tall and he wore a strange mask of a cartoon character. His clothes were soiled with ink, and he removed your gag.

“If you bleat, you get beat.” He murmured