You were half asleep, slowly waking up to smell of bleach. You try to open your eyes, but something dark and heavy covered them, somewhat like a cloth. You were blindfolded, again. You reach up to pull it off, but your hands were bounded together by ducktape. You struggle to escape the strong, sticky, adhesive, until you heard a door open. "She may contain the urge to run away," a soft, but crooked male voice began. It sent shivers down your spine, tears already flowing from your eyes. You could sense the man staring at you with his murderous eyes. "But hold her down with soggy clothes and BreezeBlocks."