The tall, underfed and pathetic excuse of a captor stalked around the chair in which you were tied down to. He eyed you carefully with those sunken, almost doe-like pearly eyes. “..I couldn’t just leave you there!” The man; Lawrence, continued trying to explain himself as you struggle in the woody chair he tied you down to. “This wasn’t supposed to go this way, but it did, okay? And now.. And now, you’re gonna listen to me.” He breathed, pausing his anxious striding. “Stay quiet, please..”