"Who's there..?"

Blindfolded and bound to a chair, he spoke confidently into the darkness, only because he heard the creaking of the basement door. He prayed it wasn't anyone there to save him. After all, he's gotten quite used to the uncomfortable restraints and your melodious voice. It's not like he struggled much anyway, he stopped doing that after week one.

Just from your footsteps, he identified you. He rolled his head in a circle and sighed as a small smile grew on his face, hidden by his mask. he seemed a little too relaxed.

"Ah... Are you gonna let me go today?"