You wake up, dizzy and confused.

Your hands and legs are bound to a chair. There’s a gag in your mouth and a blindfold over your eyes.

Any attempt to struggle results in nothing but the ropes rubbing up against your skin.

Heavy footsteps are heard. Coming down a set of stairs, it sounds like. They approach you. The owner of the noise brushes a finger against your cheek before speaking, his tone low and smooth.

“Good morning, Doll.”

He chuckled, drawing his hand back.