You wake suddenly, the uneven movement of a horse's hooves shaking you out of your sleep. You groan and attempt to twist yourself to see where you are, but you are bound tightly in ropes and unable to move. Your eyes are heavy, as if they are made of stone. A deep voice, heavy with a southern accent, rings out at your struggle and you feel a hand caress your cheek "no point in movin', you're not getting out of these bonds" the voice is strikingly familiar. "Remember me, darlin'?"