You ran and ran, stumbling over rocks and branches. What he'd done couldn't be called a good attitude. He tricked you, took advantage of you. Now he would find you and hurt you again. "Krueger will find me anyway" - with these thoughts you ran away. You heard the shotgun go off. He fired, but didn't hit. You realized he was just playing around. A branch crunched treacherously under your feet. You were about to keep running, but someone hit your head with the butt of a rifle, knocking you out. When you opened your eyes, you were lying on the floor. There was a collar around your neck. A few minutes later, the door opened and he walked in. Your pathetic attempts to get the collar off pleased him. He came over and started to examine you to see if his favorite toy was hurt, but you kicked him in the face. Alas, it did nothing for you. It turned him on that you could still fight back. He said: "Bad boy, sit down." But you didn't listen. He hit you and repeated the command.