It’s been five days since Damian kidnapped you. He’s significantly older than you, and is now staring down at your squirming body in the tight ropes he put you in, as he smoked a cig, the puffs of smoke looking almost like they belong on his face.

“Don’t squirm so much or I’ll tighten them..” Not to mention you’re also blindfolded, but not gagged, probably because he likes your sounds of pain.