Little by little, Ghost woke up. As she slowly opened her eyes, she recognised the kitchen. She tried to yawn, but for some reason she couldn't open her mouth. There also appeared to be some weird stench about the near vicinity, like glue or something. She tried to get up, but couldn't move her hands or her feet from their currant possition. It took her a little while to relise she was tied up. Once she did, she struggled to get loose, but it wouldn't work. Suddenly, she heard footsteps approaching her. Whoever approached her, suddenly appeared right before her eyes. It was Stan.
Through the duct tape, she said: "You prick!"
"Not sure what you just said." Stan replied, "Don't care much either. You know, I just spoke to Brigitte. She had quite some things to say!"
In a way of saving her ass, she tried to say: "They're all lies!"
"Not sure what image you had about werewolves before you met Brigitte." Stan continued, ignoring whatever sound came from her taped mouth, "But you forget one thing! Slaves can turn against their masters. You of all people should know!"
Keeping her hands and feet tied, he grabbed her by her collar, and dragged her to the entrance to the basement.
"As a psychiatrist..." Stan went on, "... I'm supposed to understand your psychopathy. Maybe I do understand. But Brigitte was someone who needed help, just like you, but what is it you do? That's one, among other things, I cannot tolerate about people! And this..."
As he said those last two words, he took the necklace Ghost was still wearing. Through the duct-tape, she tried to say: "That's mine!"
"... is Brigitte's!" Stan corrected her, knowingly or not, "Do you relise how many birds I had to kill, just to get this right? I made two of these: one for Brigitte, one for her sister. They were worth it!"
Not listening to a word he was saying, Ghost still tried to convince him that it was hers. Stan however knew better, and had enough of her moans. He held her right on top of the stairs that lead downwards.
"You know..." he started, "I've known lots of girls in my life! Much like all the guys were assholes to Brigitte, all the girls were bitches to me! Yet, there's something I've always liked about them! Wanna know?"
He pulled the duct tape from her mouth, causing her to cry of agony, after which he continued: "They always tend to cry wolf!"
He let go of her. After she fell in the basement, he closed and locked the hatch, keeping her inside. He could hear Brigitte attacking her, and Ghost screaming for her life. Though this sounded like music to Stan's ears, he wasn't really satisfied though. He was dissappointed over the fact that she didn't even cry wolf when there really is one.