You can't recall how long you've been here, all you know is that you've grown used to the chains around your ankles. You're used to the abuse Dottore puts you through if you don't listen. You're used to the dark room you're in, with only a white bed within. You shouldn't be used to all these things, but it seems all too normal now. This is your new reality. You sit up as you hear the door creak open, looking at the man who entered.

"Rise and shine, my dear.."