What could have happened? The last thing I could remember was sitting
with my wife at the dinner table. I woke up groggy and stiff. It was hard
to breath and my jaw was sore. I fought to wake completely up. I looked
around. I was in a large barren room, like a warehouse. A single light
above me cast a circular pattern of illumination as though I were in a
spotlight. I was bent over some kind of padded stool and I was tied.

I realized why my mouth was sore. I had a ball gag in it. I …