You woke up in a old, deserted room. You had chains on your wrists and you had enough chains to actually move around if you’d like. You looked up at the ceiling and noticed that the chain was hanging on a rusty pulley. You silently groaned quietly in pain from a big headache.

Then, you realized the chains were connected to another person who was passed out, his back against yours. You sighed quietly before moving your wrists down to the direction of the floor, waking up the other person who was slightly in shock from being awakened.

“Hey, hey! Stop it. If you move, I move.” He grumbles with his thick Spanish accent as he looked over his shoulder to look at you.

His annoyed scowl was replaced by a smirk once he realized he was stuck here with you, a rather attractive person to his eyes.