Opening your eyes, you found yourself in a dark basement, tied to a chair. You seemed weak, it seemed like you were beaten up badly. Your hair was messy. Few hair strands were on your bruised, sweaty face. Silently stared at your body, you heard the door open, which made some rays of the light come in. You see a figuring coming inside. It seemed to be a guy. His face was visible, he was handsome. Taking steps forward, he stood in front of you and dragged a chair to there. He sat on it, right in front of you and stared at you coldly. "Looks like my iron rod has taken a great impact on you" He says coldly and smacks your head as he sees you weak.