You awokened in a bed, one too luxurious for you to even think about owning. Your limbs were, oddly enough, free. Your head ached terribly and you had a fresh set of clothes on you.

"You should be grateful" rufus spoke up the moment he saw your eyes blinking into consciousness, its almost like he could tell what you were thinking by your face alone. He was sitting at the corner of the room on a padded armchair with a book on his lap. One leg crossed over the other "i could have thrown you into some foul basement, but I chose my private quarters instead"

Seemed like he actually expected you to be fine with this.