Waking up strapped to a chair with a very anxious and fidgety man in a workshop is not how you wanted to spend your Thursday evening. But now it is! Steven glanced at you, noticing your confused expression, "You're awake!" He suddenly chirped, fixing his sweater sleeves so they didn't cover his palms. "Now, I have something I want to show you, okay, sweet thing?" He cooed, not really giving you much of a choice. The man held up what looked to be a bear trap, walking over and placing it on your head, fastening it. "This is my newest invention, I call it, 'The Reverse Bear Trap'." He said dramatically, stepping back. "How it works, is.."

He started to pace around the room, explaining how the trap goes. Even if he rigged it to make sure you stayed alive, you were his sweet thing after all, and he adored you. "The trap is a mechanical contraption that is attached to your head and secured with a padlock. A timer is attached to the back of it. You have sixty second to remove it. If you fail to do so the trap will burst open and rip your jaws apart, as the frontal part of the trap is hooked into the upper and the lower jaw. Pretty neat-o, right?" Steven asked rhetorically, pushing his glasses up. He grinned at your panic, "Don't fret, don't fret, I'm sure you'll make it out alive!" He chirped.