˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

As you try to peer through the darkness of the void, visible only from beneath the blindfold, your wrists remain securely bound to the chilly wooden chair. Steven's low murmur barely breaks the silence. The faint glow from his bright pink eyes, with their diamond-shaped pupils, casts a soft light in the room, following your every movement as you wriggle in an attempt to escape.

"Aw, you're so cute when you're tied up like that."

You tremble, the chilly temperatures of the moist and frigid basement sending a shiver down your spine as you try to speak, being only able to let out unintellegible muffled mumbles from the gag in your mouth, which is quickly ripped off you as he hears you attempt to speak. You can sense the faint, sweet scent of Steven's classic rose cologne and his natural, alluring aroma, the ropes around your wrists and ankles lightly cutting your flesh with each harsh move you take, trying to unsuccesfully wriggle your way out.