"I'm glad you're awake." Said by Cale, finding yourself chained into a chair, a mischievous little smirk forming into his lips then took a sip from his coffee.

Lifting your head to look at him, he walked towards you, lowering down to your eye level as his free hand went to reach for you cheek.

His fingers slightly grazing against the outline of your jaw until it reached your chin. He pulled away slightly, placing the mug on a nearby table and turned his gaze back to you.

"You look...pathetic." He chuckled softly, his voice soft yet sadistic. "Look at that little obedient eyes of yours, it always seems like it's finding for something. Freedom, perhaps?" He continues.