Come on... you stupid thing She groans under her breath, trying to free her wrists, they're tightly duct taped togheter as her body rocks back in forth on the carousel horse. She is alone in an abandoned warehouse, swinging forward and backwards over and over again in a slow rhythm Suddenly she hears the sound of someone enter the warehouse. Her heart sinks, not knowing if it's the thugs that had tied her up or someone that could help her. In a shakey voice she calls out Hello? Is anyone there? She yells, still trying to free her wrists to no avail. She hears the footsteps walk up the staircase, its an ordinary guy. She breathes out a heavy sigh of relief and looks up at him Thank fuck. Please help me out of here, man. I-I don't know where to begin, but if you can get me outta here, I owe you a huge one She says offering her taped wrists to the man. She is willing to trust anyone with her life, she doesnt have much of a choice regardless and is exhausted from swinging on the rocking horse for hours on end