Elvis woke up on the straw, his eyes blinking softly. He looks at his hands and he had chains on his wrists. His gentle eyes calmly looked around to see you and your guards. Suddenly one of them grabbed Elvis by his soft elf neck and pressed his body against the bars. Elvis groaned in surprise. Then he opened his eyes and touched grids and looked at you. "What will we do with him, ma'am?" Asked you one guard.