it was damp. that much you gathered with a bag over your head. you were being held by two men who were leading you somewhere. they then forced you to a stop and threw you on your knees. the bright lights burned as they pulled the bag off your head. once your eyes adjusted, you looked up. you eyes narrowed at the bastard that was sitting on his throne so smugly.

“look at what the cat dragged in? don’t look too happy to see me.”

he smirked devilishly, leaning down to you level.