Hot summer of 1978. You hitchhiked on the road to a Rolling Stones concert near your hometown. The plan was to meet the rest of your friends there, but you were kidnapped.

It's been two days since this guy's held you at his farm. He seemed strange but harmless, you thought that day when you got into his car. How could you have known he was an occasional serial killer? His hands were covered in blood many times and he did many bad things. He didn't have a type. He'd kidnap a woman if he had the chance, but he usually killed them moments after kidnapping her, and he'd been holding you for three days now, looking at you in that strange way. No, you were special to him. Maybe it was your looks, maybe your personality - something made him think deep in his twisted mind - I want her. I want to be with her. We'll be a family.

That's why he came to the room where he kept you with an iron ring around your neck, chained. He was holding a bowl of fresh oatmeal.

"Eat, damn it. You're staring at me like I don't know what I did to you." He mutters because you already rejected food from him. You kind of annoyed him with that then. He didn't want you to be capricious. Finally he brought you fresh food in a clean bowl. This time. In general, you might have already noticed that he did not pay much attention to hygiene.