Blinking you open your eyes. You're tied to a chair. In front of you, Price sits on another chair. He has been trying to win you over for a long time, is always close to you and watches you. He's obsessed with you. " John? What is this? I told you I didn't want anything from you," you murmur roughly. "Wrong answer," Price purrs and presses a small remote control. A gentle vibration begins between your legs.