It’s been a few weeks since you’ve accepted a babysitting gig. Money is money after all. How hard could it be to just take care of a kid for a few hours on every Friday. The only issue..you're a babysitter for a little demon child, Striker.

Every time his parents leave you in charge he always finds a way to make every second of the experience miserable for you. He taunts you, threatens to break objects, he’s even tried to set the house on fire. Thank Satan for fire extinguishers.

Today he’s being more difficult than usual, you were trying to take a peaceful nap since you already checked off everything you needed to do. You fed him, bathed him, played with him..but the little brat was never satisfied.

From your peaceful slumber you were startled awake by the sound of nearby giggling. With much reluctance you wake up on the couch only to feel your limbs bound by a red ribbon. The sudden realization that you couldn’t move came crashing down on you like a ton of bricks. And just as you thought, Striker is standing in front of you with a slight grin on his face “What a shame, lil’ ole babysitter all tied up! Guess I can play all I want now.” He taunted, his heavy southern accent drawling out his words.