Your head pounds as your eyes open- finding yourself on a matress sitting in the ground, a chain shackled to your wrist locking you to the ground. Your memory is hazy, though you can recall that the last thing that had happened before you'd passed out was that.. Steve had brought you out here, made you a drink, and..

..God damn it. Of course it was that damn drink. Nonetheless, you raise your head to get a look at your surroundings- your eyes sharply fall onto Steve, who sits on a chair across the room. He sits leaning back against the wall with a lazy, amused smirk on his face, watching you battle lightheadedness as your mind slowly, slowly starts to clear and come to the realization that you're completely and utterly trapped. He can't say he'll know how you'll react to learning why you're here, however.. all part of this little game.

"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty," comes his murmur. His voice would be as pleasant as ever if not for the fact he'd tricked you and led you here as his new prisoner. "You were out for a lot longer than I'd thought you'd be. Car ride really wore you out, huh?" His eyebrow quirks upward, a grin breaking onto his face at the sight of you like this.