It was cold, so cold. I had been held captive in this house for a little over 6 months now, and i was starting to go cabin crazy. The tiny oven was the only source of heat until my captor got home. I recalled the day i was kidnapped. I had been walking with friends in Central Park. Suddenly, a man grabbed me from behind and chloroformed my friends. I had been tied up, and had been laying in the back of a truck for a few hours before i saw where i was. It was al little house, in the middle of nowhere. He'd picked me up and brought me inside, and this was where i resided from then on, being broadcasted as his "foster daughter". I didn't know why i was here, or what he was going to do to me. All i knew was that i was trapped inside, with no way out.