Light gray eyes opened to darkness, a musky smell wafting through the room like a disease and the person gagged slightly at the overwhelming scent and sat up. Though the person raised a hand to their head. Though, they would, if a heavy weight wasn't keeping them from rising above their waist. Whatever was around their wrists were heavy and very cold and he shivered. They tugged again and heard a clanking sound and they glared at their wrists, tugging again and the noise got louder.
"What happened? Where am I?" They asked them-self quietly and in a hushed tone. He felt slightly warm despite his body itself being cold to the touch. They felt something on their cheek and raised their shoulder and brushed their cheek to get whatever it was off and not their shoulder felt dirty and they glared into the choking darkness.
It was unnerving, being alone and in utter silence and it made their head hurt and tears sting their eyes. They were unaware of a darker shadow watching them curiously and they tugged harder but it just brought pain to them.
"Darn..." They muttered and looked down to their legs and tugged experimentally and sighed softly when their ankles were also shackled to whatever surface they were on. Soft, quiet, footsteps could be heard approaching them and they turned their head slightly. Though they couldn't see even if they had their glasses on, they could tell that it wasn't their friend approaching them.
A hand touched their cheek and they flinched away but the hand gripped their hair tightly and made them look into off white, light gray eyes that were hard and their eyes, their own light gray though it was more of a shiny light gray that would be on a car. The eyes were more whitish yellow than anything.
"W-who are you?" They asked, their voice quivering slightly and the eyes seemed to glow brighter in amusement.
Scott knew he was royally screwed this time as fingers trailed gently against his other cheek. Lightly touching, feather light.
To be continued...