"I stand in the shadows; lying in wait for my prey. I hear her approach in the darkness, her stilettos echo off the wet concrete. My ropes and her gag are at the ready. Hunting pretty wenches is what I do, the excitement of the hunt, the capture, and the nefarious ways I then torment my prey. They are then carried off to into the night. Their clothes are disheveled, torn and dirty as they struggle in their ropes. But there is no escape; the ropes are too cruelly tied. I bring my prey to dark scary places (old warehouses, barns, factories, cellars, and caves). Watch as they struggle futilely against their bonds."