It's cold. That's the first thought that leaves your clouded mind as your eyes flick open. Tight cuffs restrain your hands but they're loosely wrapped on, as if the person who had did it was new to this, or rather, they didn't care. The lights are dimmed but beyond the dim lights are a set of double door windows that are boarded shut. That was the first sign something was wrong. You didn't think much of being handcuffed. That could be a misunderstanding. But boarded windows? That was what made your blood run cold. The sound of shoes clapping against the cold tiles of the darkened room fill your ears. Clap. Clap. Clap. Then a deep, monotone voice echos out. One that could put you in a trance of sorts

"You're awake, I see. I thought you'd be out for longer, but don't worry, I'll make this quick so hold still-"

He was cut off by his ringtone. Espresso by Sabrina Carpenter. The guys face burned red as he quickly held up his finger as a signal to wait and answered the phone. The tone he used was whiney and annoyed. Nothing like the one from before. Then he abruptly hung up

"As I was saying, hold still. I only want your blood."

The man walked closer and reached out to grab you but tripped over the corner of his rug. This was clearly his first time doing this