I hear a door slam shut just as I'm unceremoniously lifted down from whatever I was handing from.  The guy with the hockey mask and blue hoodie was instantly in front of me with his knife pressed to my throat.

"I don't care what Wildcat said, if you so much as breath wrong I'll kill you" he chuckled in a very creepy and menacing kind of way.  he stepped back as my hands where locked together behind my back and I was pushed through a bright yellow door, into a small room with a chair, a toilet and a length of heavy chain locked around the base of an iron framed bed.

"This chain is long enough to reach the toilet" The hoodie guy stated matter of factly "I suggest you sit down if you use it because you will be clearing up any mess that you make"  I felt my stomach roll over as I heard a clicking noise and felt the restraints around my wrists become a lot heavier than they already were. "Oh and scream all you want...the only people who can hear you is us" 

"but don't do it too much...Wildcat has a short fuse and you don't want to know what he's capable of" The owl coo'ed as if he was hoping I'd do exactly what he was warning me not to.  They seemed to be satisfied that I was secure enough and left, the door echoing painfully in the small room and the sound of at least two locks being thrown over as well as what sounded like a padlock.  Maybe...just maybe...I was completely fucked.  I sighed and looked around my new room and was suddenly struck by a realization...I have more in this room than I ever have and I have a bed, an actual bed that I can sleep in.  I looked down at myself, dirt and crusty bits all over the place from months of not being able to bathe, the sheets on the bed where crisp and white I couldn't bring myself to dirty it up even though I was tired and it looked super inviting.  Instead I sat on the floor and lent up against the wall, there was a chill in the room and pulled my legs up to me in a pathetic attempt in curling up to keep warm. I figured that this was as good as i was going to get as far as comfort was concerned.  I wasn't the most comfortable I'd ever been but it was by far not the most uncomfortable.   The adrenaline from earlier was wearing off quickly and everything felt heavy, achey and sleep was trying to drag me down into it's darkness, I didn't have any energy left to resist even the cold wasn't enough to try and keep me awake either.

I'm not sure how long I was asleep but a loud metal on metal clanging sound woke me, I tried to move but every last ounce of energy I had was now gone, I grunted at how stiff I was, everything hurt and the restraints around my wrists had caused pins and needles in my hands after sitting in a weird position.  the door swung open and wildcat came in with what looked like a plate of food.

"kneel there" he pointed to a spot on the floor in front of the chair about three feet from where i was, I tried to get up onto my knees so that I could just move forward but my entire body seemed to be rebelling and just sent waves of pain pulsing through me.  still struggling to get up as a shadow falls over me, looking up I feel sudden dread as wildcat stood over me watching my struggles.  The guy looks massive from down here, he must be at least seven feet tall.  It suddenly occurred to me that I hadn't done what I was told.

"I'm sorry" I mumbled repeatedly still trying to struggle off of the floor. I feel a large hot hand wrap around my upper arm and pull me up and over to where he wanted me, he didn't let go until I'd settled and recovered my balance.  He picked up the plate of food off of the chair and sat down in front of me.  I was uncomfortably close to him, I was almost kneeling between his feet but right now I was more focused on what was in front of me.  A plate full of mash potato, vegetables, chicken and gravy.  I watched as wildcat loaded the fork up with a bit of everything before he turned his attention to me.

"open" Wildcat ordered moving the food closer to me, I blinked for a second a little taken aback that he was going to feed me, I opened my mouth and waited for the tease of him eating the food himself.  but instead I felt my head and senses swim from taste of the food that currently filled my mouth.  

"whoa calm down...I know my cooking is good but I'm not sure it's good enough to cause spontaneous orgasms" he chuckled making me realize I'd been making some inappropriate noises.  my face flushed with heat my mind raced for something to distract myself from how embarrassed I felt.

"don't sell yourself short it's the best food ever to me" I mumble around the last bit of food in my mouth.

"Yeah but you have probably been eating out of garbage cans so the bar is kinda low" he smirked getting another fork full of food ready. I shrugged and fidgeted as I watched the food being piled on, my stomach growling and purring at the same time, probably glad to have good food that wouldn't make me sick.  "So this is how this is going to work" he stated and I felt dread beginning to take hold "I'll ask you a question and you are going to answer it"

"so I don't get food unless I answer questions?" I ask, I mean it's not that much of a big deal I have nothing to hide from these guys, my main issue was that if he didn't like my answers I wouldn't get any more food.

He looked at me thoughtfully for a second before answering "no...you'll still get food but you won't get any other perks...like pudding...or a shower"

I felt my mouth drop open, a shower...I could have a shower "what do you want to know?" I asked eager to try and earn my perks.

"what's your name?"

Shit, this was the end of my dream for a perk of any kind "uh...I'm not sure" I answered truthfully wincing at how much it sounded like I was bullshitting already.

"open" he said looking at me steadily as if he was reading everything in my face, I quickly tilted my chin up and opened my mouth, gratefully when the fork full of food was popped into my mouth.  He was keeping his word "what do you mean you're not sure?"

I sat and chewed frantically for a moment so that I could answer him without him having to wait to long.  "I woke up about two years ago under the pier...I didn't remember anything and all I had with me was the clothes I was wearing, a jacket, a backpack with a change of clothes and a hundred dollars"

"you remember nothing before that?" he asked dubious about my answer

I could feel myself deflating, this always happened every time I tried to explain to people that i didn't remember anything passed two years ago. "Nothing"I sighed "I even went to the cops who ran my fingerprints though codis to see if I had a record...nothing.  No missing person reports for anyone with my description Nothing"

"someone must have come up with a name for you" He poked another fork full of food in my direction but paused long enough for me to answer.

"Mini" I mumbled not sure how much detail to give him about my time on the streets, I was rewarded with a mouthful of food that was still causing ripples of pleasure with each mouthful