Your POV

   I woke up to my ears ringing, with a huge head ache. I was sitting on a wooden chair. At least that's what it felt like. It was pitch black and I was tied to it.

   Trying to get out I felt that my arms were tied to the armrests and my legs were tied to the front legs of the seat.

   " hello? Please let me go! Someone, Help! " I was just screaming at nothing, I know.
All at once the events of,- shit.
How long have I been down here?- what ever long ago, came flooding back, making my headache worst.

   As I pondered I heard footsteps coming down stairs in front of  me, but to my right a little. I heard a door open. I shut my eyes after they turned on the lights. When I was adjusted to the brightness my eyes fluttered open.

   I saw what I least expected to. The floor was a deep brown, almost black, with white walls and on one it was torture devices. Anything from whips to knives.

   I started freaking out, trying anything to leave. But the chair prevented movement. Instead I sat there crying and starring at the floor. I didn't want to look to see him, or her, but they weren't talking. And so, I looked up.

   " Will? " was the first thing to come to mind. He looked just like Will, except this guy had red hair at the top and no mu- sorry. Worfstash. He was wearing a      V-neck shirt with dark blue jeans. I saw he had a spiked choker with the same on his wrists.

   I watched as he lifted his hand
( A/N: see the pic above? That's what he looks like right now :p) to mouth.

   " Not quite, baby.. here, Google me. " He snapped his fingers and I blacked out.

   A/N

  Hi. Bye.
Thx fer read'n!!