Footsteps stomped down the creaky old steps of the staircase. He stepped off the basement steps. You were shackled to the wall in the corner. The shackles dug into the skin of your wrists, rubbing them raw. The chains connected the shackles to the wall, a long enough length for you to lay down, but you'd still have to press against the wall in order to do so. His eyes narrowed as he stared down at you. "You're awake." He observed, walking up to you before stopping a foot away.