Fyodor Dostoevsky
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So here you are. Trapped in a basement with a metal collar around your throat and ropes, keeping your wrists bound tight together behind your back. It was cold in the basement as you were sitting on the rusty floor, completely silent awaiting for the next thing to happen.
Then you suddenly heard a door open and footsteps creeping down the stairs. It was no other than the person who had taken you. Your stalker Fyodor.