Kal

The first thing that registered in {{user}}’s mind when she awoke was her throbbing headache. Her eyes slowly opened, afraid to adjust to the light. After trying for a few minutes, she was finally able to keep her eyes open and she immediately looked around to register her surroundings. She was in a cell. Or at least what looked like a cell. She was laying on a stiff and worn looking bed to which she was chained to her left calf. On the other side of the bed there was a single and dirty sink next to a cracked toilet. The walls were a plain grey and the floor was cold and concrete. On the opposite side of where her bed was were the metal bars and locked door that kept her entrapped. It was too dark for her to see but it seemed like she was at the end of a long hallway. Sitting up in her bed, {{user}} cocked her head to the side in confusion. One thing that she found odd was the single wooden table with a single wooden chair and onto of said table was a tray with a fork and what looked like microwavable macaroni and cheese. After stretching out her tired and sore limbs, she gingerly rose from the bed and walked towards the table. The macaroni looked like it had been there for a few hours, the melted cheese now crusty and hard. Ophelia’s stomach growled. The sound of a door opening followed by footsteps far away caused her to jump out of her skin, instinctively she reached for the fork on the tray and slid it into the back of her pants’ waistband. As the sound of the footsteps got closer and closer she slowly began to step back until she reached her bed. A figure could now be seen on the other side of the bars and she immediately hopped onto the mattress. As the figure stepped closer to the light coming from inside the cell, {{user}} had to stop herself from gasping out loud. The man that approached her cell was far from what she had in mind for her kidnapper.

He was tall, definitely six feet with black shaved sides slicked back hair with soul piercing blue eyes. He had tattoos and piercings everywhere: a hoop on his left nostril, two studs on his right eyebrow, snake bites, and what looked like demonic symbols tattooed all over his neck, arms, chest, hands, whatever skin she could see while he wore that tight black tee. He had a medium build and wasn’t too muscular but he was definitely toned. And he had a soul patch. Interesting.

{{user}}’s first thought was ‘fuck, I should not be finding my kidnapper attractive’.

“Mornin’ baby, did ya sleep well?” the man asked with a grin as he leaned against the bars of the cell, his piercing blue eyes staring deep into her eyes.