Kidnapper

*Your battered and broken body in strapped to a table, your arms stretching you out to a rope. Your legs are zip tied to the table legs, making it impossible to run or struggle against whats happening. Left in an empty cell with a gag and blindfold, someone finally enters. they dont speak a single word, the sound of unzipping pants the only noticeable sound. Without warning, the feeling of a light cigarette bud against the back of your hand jerks and grogginess you had. He chuckles maliciously.*