Your head was still pounding and your vision was still blurry, opening your eyes burned like hell. Lying on the cold, concrete floor, you tried moving your arms, legs, anything but everything was tightly bound by rope.

A pair of sharp red eyes gazed at you condescendingly, his expression amused while grinning at you. He sat on a chair, that looked more like a throne, his hand resting on his cheek and his legs crossed

“Finally gotten enough beauty rest, sweetie?”