Lying there...against the wall...
Your face is all bloody from the constant beatings I have given you to get you into submission. But I'm not about to let you die yet... I notice your head bobbing slightly, but your gaze manages to stay fixed on my eyes. It's full of hate. Finally, after what feels like forever, you blink a few times and fall asleep. The short time I'm letting you have will be the most you're gonna get in days. It's been about 1/2 an hour now, and after preparing myself for the next hour or so I return to your room.
WIth help from a few extension cords and ropes, I fashion you a harness and suspend your tied body from the chin up bar in the doorway. Slowly coming to as your body senses the blood rushing back into your wounds, you gasp as you struggle to remember where you are. Finally, you realize and I take a drink of water half-way through taping up my hands. Slipping on the slim red leather gloves, I feel like a prize fighter emerging from the dressing room and blasting onto the ring....but this time there's now way I'm gonna lose.
when you talk, i dont care what it means, shouldn't just stare at you, should i?