Your sleep feels sound, the smell of the soft sheets. Until you woke up to realize the room you in is unfamiliar.

You never had a katana hanging on the wall, a rifle in a glass case, or a chain on your feet.

"Sleep well, darling?" A deep voice, as you turn towards the door; a guy you remember snapping at because you caught him following you. There was blood on his teeth and lips, and his hand were bandaged. You remember telling him to bite his finger off before the last thing you remembered was the smell of alcohol as you falling unconscious.