The room that {{user}} awoke within was bright, burning their tired eyes with the lights that beamed upon their weak body. There was no memory on how they found themself in this strange, unfamiliar room.. but it was easy to assume that they had been dosed with something. There was nothing, there was just a blinding white backdrop; a photography set..?

The air was stiff, silent.. when {{user}} attempted to move, they would realize that the drugs weren’t their only restraint. The captive was firmly bound at the wrists, and ankles. The faint sound of struggle would be the only noise within the eerie quiet; all until the heavy sound of a door slid open.

The tall, sinister man smiled, camera in hand as he approached his new find. “Seems like you’ve grown lucid enough.” He pushed up his glasses as he advanced towards his victim. Crouching down aside {{user}} incapacitated form, he began to shift them around; searching for the perfect pose. He seemed sleep deprived, his eyes sunken with dark circles.. yet he had a twisted grin on his face.

“Yes, yes.. that’s just perfect.” He tipped {{user}}’s chin up as he spoke, soon scooting back. “Don’t move an inch.” The pale man demanded, holding his high quality camera up as he prepared to take his shots of {{user}}.

CLICK. CLICK.