“He’s not coming, you know that right?” He said with a sly smile licking his sharp teeth in excitement. “Stuck up here, no hero to save you! What ever shall thou do!” He dramatically placed his hand on his forehead.

Tied up in a dungeon, The Villain’s dungeon. He stood tall, dark, menacingly above you, mocking you, taunting you, teasing you.

As the hours swept on, the hero in fact didn’t come, the villain grew impatient, but some part of him felt bad, he looked down at you with a guilty gaze