When Patrick comes to, he is greeted by a buzzing that’s a lot like the one that was in his head before, but this time the sound comes from above him. He opens his eyes and sees that it’s Damien.
“Damien…!” Patrick moves to sit up only to find out he is trussed up tightly like a Thanksgiving turkey ready to be put into the oven. A leather belt is tied across his chest. Padded handcuffs restrain his wrists to the sides of the bed. And when Patrick tries to move his legs, he finds his ankles are bound, too. Patrick gazes back up to Damien uncomprehendingly.
“Why, Damien?” he asks.
Damien looks sad, but he smiles.
“It’s okay, Patrick. You’re safe. No one will hurt you.”
“But you didn’t stop them. Did you…tie me up? I thought you were the good guy.”
“I am, Patrick. You have to believe me
