You woke strapped to a chair, right foot numb from the tight bindings and your head aching. Moving your neck from side to side, you let out a light groan. This definitely wasn’t a good start to your day, but then again, you had no idea whether it was day or night, so you put it down to yet another shit moment in all your bullshit time on this earth.
A hidden door swung open with a tired creak and you flexed your wrists experimentally against the duct tape binding them to the arms of the chair. Your fingers searched for any hint of a sharp edge on the chair. Heavy footsteps drew closer, and the door slammed shut with a resounding finality. You simply fixed your eyes on the wall and waited.
Within a few seconds, a familiar head of perfectly coiffed blond hair rounded the corner. He smiled when he saw you, your eyes open and mouth twisted into a deep scowl. The man pulled up a chair in front of you and sat, lazily sprawling his limbs in a practiced casual pose and smiled.
“Finnegan. I knew I heard a rodent scurrying about in here.”
He only let out a little chuckle. “As polite as ever, (Y/n). And please, call me Finn, we’re about to be very well acquainted.”
You were practically snarling. “Bite me, dickwad.”
