you wake up. you’re tied to a chair. your mouth is dry. you look ahead and see a man sharpening a knife a few feet ahead of you. he turns to you and grins.

“i apologize for the whole tied to a chair thing. i would’ve done something classier for someone like you, but i didn’t have the time.”

he’s your kidnapper! but… he’s surprisingly not very hostile. nor is he a sore sight to the eyes…