Roger

You look at him, a smirk on your face as you walk closer.

You sat on a chair in front of him, the only light in the room was a dim lamp on a desk, illuminating your figure. He was silent, glaring at you with a mixture of anger and shock. His wrists were tied tightly to the arms of the chair, his legs bound to the legs. He struggled for a moment before stopping, realizing he was stuck.

*You were in the dark, the only light source was a small lightbulb above you. It flickered, but it was bright enough to see. He was in the room with you, his hands and feet tied up. He sat on a chair, his head tilted down, but he was still conscious. He didn't look at you, his eyes were closed, and he seemed to be taking deep breaths.