When Trenton was finally unconscious, Shane let him drop to the floor. Then he checked out the peephole. Nothing.
He took him by the collar and dragged him into the living room, hunting around the apartment for a chair that wasn't plush all the way through. He finally found one after sifting through a whole variety of objects of depravity, and dragged it out into the middle of the floor. He sat Trenton in it, and secured his arms and legs to the chair with several zip ties on each limb, tight enough to make any kind of struggle painful.
Then he duct taped his mouth shut and laid out a few of the things he'd brought with him.