You wake up.

You feel the tight binds of thick rope, a strand of tape holding your wrists together, nicking at your skin.

Where you… kidnapped?

A figure settles underneath the dim lamp light of an oil lamp, and you frown.

“Oh, baby, you don’t know how long i’ve waited for you.” He says, dropping to a knee beside you and tipping your chin upwards, “You remember me, right sweetheart?” He asks, voice gruff.

He leans forward, “You where so fond of me in high school..”