That river in Egypt

He figured that it was too risky to try anything, and that it was best to stay as he was, cuffed to the chair. He tried to imagine the outcomes of whatever he chose to do. If he tried escaping, he might actually get away. He could eventually find a way to get the cuffs and the cage off, but he couldn't do that here with the items he remembered seeing in the livingroom. But if he did escape, she'd see it. She could max out his cards before he even left the house. She could send that humiliating photo that she took to the people in his contacts list. He wasn't even sure what else she had on him, he'd been so drunk. But despite all that, maybe that was better than whatever she wanted with him? He wanted out either way.