"Hello?! Is anyone there?!" Richard screamed as loudly as he could.
He knew that he was sitting in a chair, but for some reason he couldn't move. He struggled as hard as he could and finally figured that he had been tied to the chair. But without any light to see, he couldn't verify his theory.
Suddenly, as if his mind were read, a light filled the room. At first, he thought that he was swapping bodies again. But, of course, all of the data on this phenomenon showed that once people swapped, they never swapped again.
He looked up into the light and saw that it was actually light bulb on the ceiling. For the first time since he arrived, he knew where he was. It was a basement. One that was probably part of a house.
Richard looked down and saw that he was wearing a blood-stained girl's dress. It looked overly large on his body, but he figured that to everyone else, it looked just right on a little girl, which he now apparently was. And just as he had figured, his hands and feet were all tied to the chair.
The creaking of wood caught his attention and he looked towards the top of the stairs. A man was standing there and in his hand was a knife.
"What did I say about makin' noise, you little bitch?" he said. "You want me to cutcha some more?"
Slowly, Richard began to put together what was happening, to his dismay and horror. He had swapped bodies with a girl who had been kidnapped and apparently tortured by this lunatic. And now he was going to torture Richard. Unless he could find a way out of there.
