You wonder where you are, dont you? Well … you are in my cellar. Tied up on a chair, your lips glued together … You are here for being disobedient, for talking bad to me … this is what happens to all bad slaves. You want me to release you? Ok, I will bring my computer and you will transfer all your accounts to me. Then I will let you free. Or not? 😉 Hahahaha! Maybe I will torture you little bit for my fun …
