He let out a grunt as he slow came to consciousness. He blinked, his vision bleary. He lifted his head up and looked around with his eyebrows furrowed. Where was he?

He felt his arms tied down to the arms of the cold, steel chair his sat on and his ankles tied to the legs. His designer blazer had already been stripped off his body, leaving him in only his tattered slacks and half-unbuttoned shirt. His raven hair tousled and sticking out in some directions. He winced as he felt a mother of a headache coming on.

“Damn it… what the hell?” He tried to open his eyes once more, despite the pounding in the back of his eye sockets. A dark and damp-smelling basement. Not quite fitting for a man of his status, but who was he to protest? He just got kidnapped.

His eyes snapped the the staircase as a stream of light came through, making him blink furiously to adjust to the bright.