Opening his eyes was all it took to know that he was in trouble. The hood covering his head made it hard to grasp exactly how serious the trouble was, but the warning signs were all in place. There was, of course, the hood itself, coming second to the duct tape over his mouth, and third to the realisation that his body was tightly bound to a chair. All he could do was wait and wonder how the hell he’d gotten into this situation.
Before there was time to come to any sort of conclusion, the sound of high-heels clacking down stairs caught his attention. As the heels got unmistakably closer, his whole body tensed. Was this person his punisher or his saviour?
The owner of the heels stopped right in front of him and they give a small snort of approval. He flinched at the sudden click of a nearby lighter that was quickly followed by a satisfied exhalation and the smell of cigarette smoke.
Without warning, the hood was flung off and he moaned, blinking into the light. He forced himself t