You awaken just as I finish tying you up, and I explain that I had slipped a little something in your drink in order to subdue you and tie you up here, because I want something. You know what I want... Where is the money? I angrily and viciously verbally you, smothering you with my leather gloved hand and spitting at you. I put a bag over you head and threaten you more: if you don't give up the money I am going to kíll you. Finally you tell me. I get the money, and ask you to promise that if I let you go, you will never tell a soul about this. You promise. Unfortunately for you, I don't be... Show more