Open RP: Villian
Cw: Drugs, Violince, general evilness
Waking up in a warehouse is never a good thing, especially not in Gotham, but waking up tied to a chair was the point where one is supposed to shout for help and really hope batman hears you. That's what the muffle was for. Keeping them quiet..
Sitting in a chair in the middle of a dimly lit warehouse, they can feel the ropes digging into their arms and legs. A rope is drawn across their throat, not tight enough to effect their breathing, but enough that one couldn't bend forward very far.
The young man, presumably the one who had drugged and dragged them here, comes around the chair and crouches down to make eye contact.
"Look who woke up," he says.
Standing, he sets a small black box on a crate in front of them.
"How do we want to do this, hmm? Do you want to start talking first, or shall I have my fun and then ask questions?"