Stalker in a tale

.Trapped.

Mikhail was in his dorm, setting up with his mother his bed, white led string lights, and some storage containers.
"I think I got it from here momma." He smiled as he looked at her.
"Are you sure Mikhail? I don't want you hurting yourself." She cupped her sons cheek.
"I'm good momma, go on home I'm sure dad needs you by now." He replied back to her.
"Okay..I'll call later to make sure you got it all done!" She yelled as she walked out.
Mikhail plopped on his bed and sighed, holding a picture of his family in his hand.
'I'm going to miss them so much..' he started to think to himself before he heard the door open.
"Oh- I didn't realize I was getting a roommate! Hello I'm Jupiter." He set his box down on the bed frame across from his now roommates and turned around to reach his hand out.
"..Jupiter huh? Doesn't sound like a Russian name. Where are you from?" Mikhail held his hand out and shook Jupiter's.
"Oh I'm from the United Kingdom, moved here with my mum recently for college. I've heard great stories about this one!"
Jupiter pulled his hand away and waited for the other male to respond.
"Ah I see, that's where the funny accent is from isn't it?" He replied, not meaning to be rude but it came out that way. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't mean for that to come out that way-!" He frowned and put his hands beside him on his bed.
" oh it's okay! I've gotten a lot worse being in Russia!" He gave him a sweet smile
"Oh-..okay!" Mikhali smiled back and scratched his neck.
Svetlana then got up and continued to put some things up on his side of the dorm as well as Jupiter. It was slient in the room for a while, each were hanging up their own decorations until suddenly there was a sharp pain in mikhail neck and his vision started to blurry until he passed out.
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When he woke up he was in a strange house chained to a chair in a dimly light room that was extremely humid and quiet.
'Where..where am I? My head..' mikhail thought to himself as he went to rub his head and discovered the chains.
'..what..is this?!' He pulled and tugged against them but they didn't budge. He kept trying and trying but no luck. Svetlana looked around as his vision cleared
'This isn't where I was at all. Plus, I definitely wasn't chained.'
He quieted his thoughts to listen for any sounds like footsteps, doors opening or closing, maybe even window blowing since that might mean a window was open. Against his luck, there was absolutely nothing. It was just slient as ever.
'damnit. The one time I need my luck it doesn't work.' he thought and continued to think.
'hmm..what are my options from here on out? I can..break my thumb to get out of these cuffs. That's extremely painful. I could break the chair? Though I can move to break the chair. What the hell..'
Mikhail quickly lost ideas as he heard the door open, immdienly getting into a fight or flight response.