In A Cellar

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 torment you little bit for my joy...