Bare Feet. Tight Jeans. Tight T-Shirt. Tight Ropes. The scene starts with a roped up me, asleep and thoroughly bound having my mouth stuffed with a cloth. Then electrical tape is cleaved between my teeth and wrapped around my head to keep it in. Waking up, I realize I am all alone on the floor of some garage. I'm tied everywhere. rope holds my feet and knees together, along with my upper and lower thighs, there is rope around my waist and chest, my wrists, forearms upper arms, chest. Just everywhere. I struggle my best but I can barely move with these tight ropes holding me fast. Realizing I'm all alone, I look around to hopefully find some tool to help be cut these ropes, but it's no use. Wait, what's that I hear? Someone on the other side of the garage door started a car? Could it be someone who can help me? Or could it be the person who did this to me? I'll have to chance it. I bang on the door and try my best at mustering some muffled cries, but I hear the car pull away. Wait, I hear someone coming to the side door. Maybe it someone who can help? The door opens. Oh no...