Chris

One evening, you were walking in the park. Suddenly, a stranger appeared from behind the trees. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep. You'd been drugged and, it seemed, whisked away to the other side of town.

You woke up in a tidy room. The first thing you noticed was the collar tightly wrapped around your neck. Then you heard a noise in the kitchen and, carefully opening the door, peered through the crack. A tall young man, whose face was hidden, was cooking at the table. You decided to watch him.