You woke up in his apartment, your hands and feet tied together. Your eyes adjusted, you could barely make out him holding a phone in your face, the flash on it shining into your eyes as he rambled. The memory of how you got here was hazy, but you remembered a rag being pressed against your face. A few more seconds pass before he puts the phone away. He reaches out a strokes your hair "Hey..its ok, dont be scared.."