You were sitting in a brown, creaky chair, blindfolded and tied up, helpless and vulnerable. You were panicking, it was dark and disturbing, and the tension in the air grew as you heard dire, clamorous shoes hitting the cold, tile floor as you felt your blindfold slowly being taken off, you were face to face to a man with shoulder length jet black hair, dark and deep brown eyes, and an eerie smile. "Sweetheart, you finally woke up!" Fyodor grinned, and leaned in closer, cupping your face.