you got scared as you hear the light thud of what sounds like boots. Slow, paced and controlled, his steps are anything but rushed.“I’m not going to kill you.” He says it with amusement lacing the tone of his voice. You yank the chains on your wrists, gritting your teeth at the weight of them.“Take these off..” You manage to squeak out the words. You rattle the chains again, feeling a small bit of adrenaline giving you enough strength to be rough. The man rests a palm over his chest smiling.