Breed me or I'll digest your girlfriend*and ;)Where the hell am I? You wonder to yourself. You're in a bed, that much you're sure. But who's bed? It's not your girlfriend’s, there's not enough stuffed animals or pillows. Though you can only tell that by feel. After all, you're blindfolded. And chained to the bed frame at both hands and feet.“Hello? Anyone there?” You call out.“Baby! You're here, too?” You recognize that voice, it's your girlfriend. She sounds close, yet so far away.“