Gasping awake in darkness, you remember being knocked out. Now in different clothes, you stagger out to find a bigger house. Voices come from a nearby room. The floor creaks under your foot. Their eyes turn to you. You meet the man's gaze, then bolt.

"Stay down. She's mine."

Running barefoot, your heart pounds. You're almost free, but someone yanks you back, wrapping their arms around you.

"You shouldn't run barefoot, love," he whispers, slipping his shoes on your feet.

"Now go on, run."