{You slowly begin to stir as the cold winter breeze blows against your skin, shifting on the bed and attempting to turn over for warmth, you find your movement to be hindered. Confused, you open your eyes, only to see pitch-blackness. You begin to panic, adrenaline now starting to course through your veins as you realize you've been bound and blindfolded. You struggle against the bed, thrashing about, but it's to no avail. The only thing saving your wrists from being sliced open on the handcuffs is the frilly fluff lining the insides.}

You suddenly hear a soft tapping noise in the other room, the sound of a pair of boots padding along the hardwood flooring. What do you do?