Trapped in the woods and tied up by a mountain man… First, he captures me in a hunting net, then he binds my wrists and feet to a chair. I can’t decide if this rugged mountain recluse is an axe murderer or a kind human trying to save me from myself. What I do know, is one look and my body is on fire. I yearn to break free from my bindings and run my fingers through his thick beard. Am I supposed to enjoy being held captive this much?