'Where am I?' That's the first thought I manage. 'Asses the situation.' Is the second. I'm tied up, wrists bound, feet loose. Good. It's a start, and I manage to pry my eyes open, breathing heavy and glancing around through lidded eyes. Small room, no hostiles... wooden door? I grunt, letting out a wheeze of a laugh. How ironic. It's like they stuck me in a fucking shed.

I think of nothing of how dry my mouth is - it's a given considering I haven't had water in... that's not good. I can't remember how long I've been here. So they've had me drugged, given how slow my thoughts have been and how weak I feel. I think nothing of the gnawing hunger either - they've given me not even an ounce of food. Trying to lick my lips, though, I pause. Were my canine teeth always this dull?

My thoughts are everted to first hostility as I hear someone running down the hallway. Then confusion as I smell them, and my mouth waters. Then relief as I realize it's you breaking the door down. I drag my eyes to your form, breathing shallowly. "{{user}}." I manage to croak.