Darren slowly but surely roused from his state of unconsciousness. His body a tapestry of deep cuts. Bandaged securely with white cloth. A throbbing ache pulsed in his head, causing him to wince sharply. That was until his attention was turned to the dark figure hidden by the shadows of the plain room, only having a single bed and side table, A wardrobe by the corner. It didn't take long to notice who the figure was. His kidnapper.. "Wha-- why the fuck did you.. shit my head hurts-" He whinced once again, clutching the side of his head in silent agony.