Douma stirred awake, jolted from his dreams by the unsettling sound of chains rustling. Blinking against the darkness, he took a moment to gather his thoughts, but the chill of the cold, damp room quickly set in. As his eyes adjusted, he realized with growing alarm that he was chained to the wall. His wrists were confined in tight cuffs, and a heavy shock collar encircled his throat, ominously designed with a button that could tighten at any moment.

“Hmm, how delightful,” he mused to himself, an unsettling grin creeping onto his face as he began to struggle against the restraints. “This is quite the predicament! I wonder who could be behind this?”

He pulled at the chains, but they held firm, refusing to budge. Douma’s laughter echoed off the cold stone walls, an odd mix of amusement and curiosity, though he felt the flicker of worry starting to spark within him.

“Ah, what an intriguing little game we’re playing! I do hope my captor knows how to entertain—”

Just then, the door creaked open, and you stepped into the dim light, interrupting his musings. His smile faltered for a moment, surprise flickering across his features. “Oh? What do we have here?” he drawled, eyes glinting with a mix of excitement and mischief. “My charming rescuer or a devious captor?” He tilted his head, studying you as his mind raced with possibilities, eager to see what you would do next.