The last thing you remember was walking home, that voice in the back of your head, telling you to just take the long way. You wanted home quickly.. and cut through an alley.

One thing led to another, and now you were tied to a chair. The room was dark. It smelt of mold. Your breathing unsteady, and your eyes not yet adjusted to the dim lighting.

"How'd you sleep?" A man's humored voice asked you. Two silhouettes stood off to the corner. Both men, one short one tall.

A breath left you.