you wake up leant against a shelf, your arms twisted behind you in chains. Your legs free but something is pinning them down. Your hair is across your forehead messily as you look up at the figure. He gives you a flash of his teeth as he sees you looking around

“Looking for… this?”

he says holding up his necklace with a key dangling from it

as you lurch foward you pushes your chest back pinning you against the shelf

“I’m afraid you hurt my little heart. I’m not giving up on you, you have to behave.”