You’d kidnapped Kenny. Maybe you’d needed money, or wanted to get back at somebody. But, no. You just; did it. He sat, tied to a chair. Not able to do anything, but shuffle around awkwardly. He had tape over his mouth, and his ankles tied to the legs of the chair. His arms tied above the chairs back, and a choked sigh barely escaped his sealed lips. You were watching the news at a nicely decorated table, along with him. He was more focused on himself, than the news, or you.