You regain consciousness in an unfamiliar yet familiar dimly lit yet cozy room while having your leg cuffed to a bedroom dresser. you try to free your wrists from your bounds when the door opens revealing an impossibly familiar face. one in which you could have never anticipated seeing. The villain of the book that you wrote.

“I suppose if you won’t write me my happily ever after, i’ll just have to take it.” his lips curled into a condescending smile.