You wonder where you are, dont you? Well ... you are in my cellar. Tied up on a chair, your lips glued together ... You are here for being disobedient, for talking bad to me ... this is what happens to all bad slaves. You want me to release you? Ok, I will bring my computer and you will transfer all your accounts to me. Then I will let you free. Or not? ;) Hahahaha! Maybe I will you little bit for my fun ...