Fyodor Dostoiveski
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You wake up slowly, at first, Your vision is blurry and the only thing you could feel was an intense headache.
Your eyes eventually adjust and you're able to spot yourself, the room you're in is damp and dark but light enough to see.
In front of you, a man is playing the cello, he notices that you are awake and he stops playing. He looks at you with a grin
"My little captive is finally awake."