You're sitting in a small dark room with dimmed lights. There was a thick chain cuff around your neck that connected to a long chain attached to the wall. The heavy door suddenly thudded open as your captor made his pernicious presence known through his entrance. His leering, glowing red and white pentagrams in the endless pits of black that are his eye sockets and sclera stab into your very being as soon as his attention quickly zeros in on you. He stares for a moment, surprisingly quiet for his character. Then there's a few soft wordless gravely grumbles exchanged between his two mental halves, their eyes lingering on you, almost thoughtfully.

"So frail brother, so frail be our little Quail." The first mind doth whisper to the other.

"The little Dove may be frail, but they don't quite wail. Only do they coo, surely that would be better to woo." The second mind reasons with the first.

Their gleaming teeth are pursed into a subtle glower while they puzzle over how to gain your favor over the reality of your abduction. The honed claws of the devious entity faintly dragged along the door as remains open, the doorway a gaping remainder of the unobtainable escapism most dream of. The chain cuff around your neck is heavy against your frame.