Again. Tony found himself in this position again. There was a deity somewhere - and a real one, not a Norse one - that hated him and wanted him to suffer.
His arms were bound behind his back, from his wrists to his elbows, holding them firmly in place and assuring he couldn't struggle. Around his neck was a collar, that held a tiny electronic device. Two metal prongs touched his skin where there were already healing burns from the last time the accursed thing had been on his neck.
He was at least more comfortable this time, laying on his couch, rather than the floor. However, there was a glass of scotch just barely out of his reach and he couldn't help but think that would make this whole ordeal easier. All he could do was wait for someone to come along and either free him or... he hated the second option.
Free him or use him.