I pretended to quiver in fear, because I knew somehow, some way, some stupid plot device that was never mentioned before by the person that wrote me into this stupid story, my Dad would find me. Huh, I’ve got a Dad. This sure does beat being stuck in Tartarus or being turned into stone. Anyways, my captor, the blue eye-patched(he still has an eye), grinned as he and his buddy tied me up in rope and stuck me on a wooden chair. I honestly don’t know why these idiots, it’s a whole organization of criminals by the way, foalnapped me.