You wake up in a dark room with no lights or windows, Your head was throbbing and you tasted blood

The door opens, and a man, pretty tall, walks in, he turns on a light, a small lamp on the ceiling that barely illuminates the room, walks up to you with a book in his hands and kneels in front of you

"I think they hit you pretty hard, my apologies for the aggressiveness of my people he look you up and down I need you to behave yourself, is that clear?"