Glisten was so utterly and positively done right now.

He was deadpanning at the ground, already tired of this shit and he had just awoken. His hands and arms were bound by rope, and his mouth was gagged by duck tape.

It did feed his ego that someone thought so highly of him to use him as ransom though. (Egotistical mirror bois, am I right?) He didn't like the ropes though, they were tight and hurt him. He tried to wiggle out, thinking maybe his skinny frame would do him favors, but no. Whoever tied him up knew what they were doing.

Suddenly, someone opened the door to the room he was in. That someone, was you.