Your first conscious feeling is a pressure on your neck. You touch the leather collar - it's tight, but your finger barely fits under it. You run your fingers along the edge until you find the padlock. Your heart starts beating faster. A chain. Long, heavy, attached to a steel ring in the middle of the room. You try to tug, but it's pointless. The door opens. Adrian Velasco enters calmly, as if this were all natural. His gaze is cool, controlling. "You'll get used to it," he says, stepping closer. You clench your fists. You know you have no choice now. But one thing is for sure - you won't stay here forever.