You are so confused but the contraption you've been lazily slapped to was too intense. Way too intense. Who was building this, using what felt like a 1,000,000 volt battery and ZIP TIES. Wait, zip ties. you look down at your wrists, the plastic melted to your wrists and shins, along with your now numb neck. You easily wriggle out, deciding to grab one of the tools in the room as you move around cautiously.

"Where the flibber-dangle am I" you ask yourself, hearing your own voice as it echoes back throughout the building. 

No one is here, you have the perfect chance to explore. As you open the door you are met with an office, eerily calling out to you. You see the switch, turning on the light as your wrists continue pulsing in pain. You notice....numbers? wait a minute, "ARE THESE SAT SCORES?!" you almost yell it out, but manage to hold your voice back to a whisper. You look around and see the face, that stupid face, framed as if he was some idol or something.

David Coleman - The CEO of CollegeboardNo flickin'-jangle way, wait why am I still talking like this.

Your mind starts going racing. "Why did Coleman do this? Why would he torture the students his program was trying to make succeed?! If I knew this was going to happen, I would've got down on my knees and apologize for using wikipedia if it meant I could've been spared. And to the countless students who must've fell prey to this disgusting man. I needed to do something."

 However.

You hear the front door of his building open, it's him, oh shizzle-sham it's David Coleman. Your heart ramps up to the tempo of a country song, your heartstrings strumming like a banjo as he climbs the stairs, and he sounds angry. Who prodded this bull's horns? Wait that sounds wrong- anyways, you hide amongst the cabinets, the numerous years worth of SAT and ACT tests, along with the hunching of taking said tests providing more than adequate space for you.

As he enters the room SLAM! Yep he is really angry. He throws his bag down, hunching over his computer as he starts working on the 2025 SAT tests. You look at his bag and notice a bouquet of roses? "What. Did his girlfriend reject him or something? Wait, how would someone like HIM find love. He tortures students for a living...literally. And who would go out with his receding hairline lookin-" 

Your thoughts are interrupted as he slams his hands to the desk.

"WHY. WHY. WHY DID HE DO THIS TO ME" he screams out as he flips some papers off his desk. He looks terrifying, you keep hiding before hearing a file hit the cabinet and causing you to scream.

 "Who's there?!" he lets out, coming to the cabinet. shoot shoot shoot he knows I'm here.

He grabs you out of the cabinet and holds you up for him to see. 

It's so joever.