The man pulls Vinnie up by the arm and marches him into another room, pushing him down onto a chair.

"Stay put until I'm ready" says the man "You move and it'll REALLY hurt!" Vinnie can hear the quiet, cold fury in his voice.

With the blindfold still in place Vinnie has no idea what the man is doing, he can just hear him moving about. He tries the cuffs again, and again they won't budge, this is getting repetitive!

Then he freezes. Something sharp is sliding gently across his cheek. "I said stay put" mutters the man. Vinnie doesn't need to see to recognize the feel of a knife.

Rigid with fear he waits as the blade brushes down along his throat and across his torso. "Do you enjoy being at the receiving end, eh?" whispers the man.

Vinnie feels his t-shirt being cut away, he feels the last shreds being ripped off. Then the man starts on his pants, slicing, shredding and pulling off everything. Vinnie knows that he is now stark naked in front of a man who holds all the cards. A man who has every excuse to kill him, and, if he does, then no-one will ever know.