You woke up feeling sore and groggy. It only took a moment to realize that you weren't at home in your bed, immediately bringing on a wave of panic. You were in what appeared to be a living room. It was well-lit, cozy, and would be downright inviting if you were here under better circumstances. You couldn't get a full view of the room though, as you couldn't turn. You couldn't move much at all for that matter.

You could already feel it, but looking down revealed that you were bound to a chair; arms, legs, and torso all wrapped tight to limit your motion. You attempt to call out but your attention was brought to the last detail of this disturbing situation. Your head was bound too, your mouth wrapped with fabric and tape. You couldn't open your mouth at all, and the binding was thick enough to make breathing through your nose, which had been left unobstructed, your only option.

But that's when you see him walk into the living room, someone you met earlier that day.

"Look who's finally awake..." he says as he positions himself in front of you.

you see the skunks stinky green behind filling your vision.