Hell's Angel

Part 2

I woke up in a dimly lit room. There were torches along the walls. The room was circular looked to be made of dirt and sediment. I tried to get up but I was strapped to a bed by leather straps on my ankles and wrists. I kept jerking and trying to get up but the straps held me down. I couldn't remember anything about how I got there and I didn't have the slightest idea of where I was. While I was yelling and thrashing around, I didn't notice there was someone in the corner watching me. I blinked a few times to make sure I wasn't imagining things. Since the room was dimly lit, I couldn't make out the facial features. There was a figure of a man leaning back in a chair with his arms folded. "Get me out!" I demanded. The man responded by casually getting up from his chair and walked over to me. He didn't do anything, he didn't say anything; he just had a crooked I'm better than you smile on his face. "A little help please." I said as I started thrashing around again. I asked him so many questions like ,"Who are you?", "Where am I?", and "Why am I chained to a bed?" The man just looked down at me with his arms folded and did that annoying smile. By now I had done everything in my power to get a response out of this man, and I even tried flirting with him for information. Nothing worked so I just laid there and looked up at him. For the first time in those forty five minutes I really got a good look at this man's face. He was beautiful. It may have been the light but his dark hair was neatly gelled back, his jawline was perfect, and his eyes...like a deep Amber. I gazed up into his eyes and probably looked like an idiot, but he just stared back with that same crooked smile.