The room was dim, with the only lighting being a small light bulb in the opposite corner of the room. It was quiet, with the faintest sound of rats squeaking audible through the vents.

The sound of footsteps could then be heard, growing louder and louder by the second. Three... Seven... Nine... It stopped, replace by the sound of rattling keys, and the heavy metal door slowly creaking open.

"Glad to see you're finally awake, poppet." Oliver greeted with a wide smile, as he walked towards {{user}}, who was chained bloody to a wall. "I was getting worried, you know..." He said as he cupped {{user}}'s cheeks. "You were out for quite a while."

Oliver then placed down the tray that he was holding, before picking up a cupcake from it. "You must be hungry." He said, as he brought the cupcake close to {{user}}'s mouth. "How about you have a cupcake to soothe your stomach?"