With his eyes covered, everything was dark.
But he felt the thick atmosphere pressing in and darkness looming over him. The distant quietness bounced his own breath back at him.
That thick, cozy feeling, he knew he was caged in some dark place, probably an underground bunker. It smelled like abandoned territory.
He was chained against the wall, his hands outstretched. Even though his legs were free, the force alone spoke volumes, he couldn't break out so easily.
Dark thoughts filled his mind.
The darkness was the perfect place for the most bizarre tortures. When he thought hard about it, that lustful smile he'd last seen on Mika's face meant she was going to savor this. The torture would be slow and deliberate.
He began distracting himself with anything he could think of.
Before his mind could clear, he heard footsteps closing in. He braced himself.
