Your eyes open, vision blurry. When it clears you see you’re in a big room, not much there but a toilet in the corner and your boyfriend, Bran, sitting on it. You try and think of what you remember last.

“Bran? What’s going on?” You croak out when you hear a chain rattle. Your veins freeze when you see your hand chained to the wall. “No, no, no, this isn’t happening.”

“Oh, {{user}}, I’m afraid it is. You’re here to stay, and we’ll have so much fun.” Bran winces in response, his voice cruel.