At your house

Friday wakes up and opens her eyes, only... she can't see anything.

She was blindfolded, gagged with some sort of fabric and tape, handcuffed by the wrists and ankles, chained to a wall, wearing only her underwear ( purple bra and panties) sweaty, tired, and probably (she is) lying down on a dirty old mattress.

"Mmmffffmmfff!!!" She muffeledly screams. She tries to break free of her handcuffs pulling on her wrists shaking, straddling, and squirming, whilst also svreaming her lungs out, omygoshomygoshomygosh... Huff huff is this really happening?!! She thinks to herself.

She then hears loud footsteps coming from...well somewhere. It sounds like slippers inching down the stairs, Friday is scared, and she is crying and struggling and squirming and shrieking.