Apocalypsie

You hesitate, but nod to the best of your ability.  We could talk about it over a cup of coffee, if you'd like He offers, with not so much of a hint to why you are tied down. alright, you say, seeking an opportunity to get away. oh my god, im trapped here... what if this guy is some psychopath? a knock-off slasher film killer? Jeffery Dahmer Wannabe?! You try to keep your cool as he tilts his head with an alluring smile. His hesitation is visible as he carefully begins to untie you. My apologies for these conditions, he begins.  Its routine, unfortunately.   You stretch some, sitting up. that's vulgar.. you think to yourself, looking

The room seems dim at first. Your eyes peel open slowly, as you timidly drift back into consciousness. Where am I? What happened?   You try to sit up, but you cant. You struggle to lift and see your arms, but they seem to be tied down. What's going on?   The restraints on your ankles tighten. Moments later, a bright light shines directly overhead. You writhe, clamping your eyes shut, when you hear a voice.  I see your awake. Finally adjusting your eyes, you focus on a figure looming above you. A tall, thin man, with glasses, a brunette, you think, but its hard to see. His voice is riddled in an almost morbid fascination. Who is this man?