you're seated with your hands twisted behind your back, wrapped in a coil of coarse rope, your legs are attached to the chair's front pillars and you wince as the forced sleep begins to fade. your body aches but you are hypersensitive to everything, including the pain in the back of your head. your eyes squeeze tighter, your teeth grind together as you begin your blind struggle. scraping your bottom against the chair, trying to rock it, making the most futile attempts to break the knots from your indented skin. you think back at that moment to what led you to this moment, this place, this very chair at this very time and you panic with each flashback that occurs.
initial thoughts to being in this situation, waking up with pain and tied to a chair and the last thing that your character remembers before they woke up tied to a chair.
steps are heard and you pick your head up, even though your vision is blocked. you can't see anything but you can smell the strong cologne and you hear the steps growing louder heading right for you. the blindfold is torn away with no regard to your physical pain but you can see now and you don't know where you are but you try and get a good look around.
surroundings that your character sees, this will help to paint the picture and test your own imagination as well. you can make up anything you want from a house to a warehouse to an alleyway, backseat of a van...whatever you wish.
"guess you want some water or an aspirin?"
response to his question.
"we will get to that later, for now, we are going to talk about you.your head keeps pounding and your struggles have no fully died away and so, the man puts a hand on your shoulder and gives it a tight squeeze that makes pain echo through every joint, muscle and ligament in your arm "stop." his voice holds a warning, a threat and you do stop - for now. "so tell me the bare minimum about you."
basic things such as name, birthday, age, job, grade (if it applies), hometown but also add detail to what your character is thinking and feeling.
he shakes his head at you, releases your shoulder and takes three steps backward, tapping his finger. "too much information. does it really look like a fucking care about your birthday?" you are confused as he wanted to know about you and that seemed like a crucial detail. "moving on. are you a good boy/girl? cause obviously you pissed someone off - know anyone who could have put you in that chair?"
basically the relationships that are important to your character - loves, friends, closest family members.
"hmm, none of that rings a bell to me but who knows? he laughs at your pain and maybe you feel something rising up along side of the fear, a small flicker of fire burns in your eyes but he's quick to knock it away and he pops a hand across your cheek. "don't start being defiant now...unless that's who you are. tell me a little about who you are...inside."
character's personality seen through their own eyes.
you're in distress now and you realize how bad of a situation you are in. adding the pain in your cheek which is also imbedding into your teeth and gums as well, you sigh and decide maybe being rebellious isn't a good idea. "would others agree with you? would they say you are all those things or do you fake it until you make it in life?"
how your character portrays him/herself to others.
you are getting worked up, he's riling you up and you know it but you can't help but feel a little confused by everything that is happening. "have they always been there for you, your entire life been around these people or does your story branch off somewhere?"
character's history.
you get another hit to the face, this time directly to your lip and the skin splits, leaving a small trail of blood that you cannot lick or wipe away. you don't understand what you did wrong. "too fucking boring. so any lovers involved in this history or your future?" you flinch as he comes closer to you. "you are quite a beautiful/handsome girl/boy. surely you are not on the market.."
your character and their love life.
"bet you are really curious about this all..." he is taunting you again but you keep the anger down, you just nod because you can't deny how curious you are about why you are even in this chair, in this place. "well that's all the time we have now, let's get someone else in here...what was her/his name that you mentioned before? your eyes widen as you realize a beloved person was here also, somewhere nearby and would be put into the same situation as you. the fight begins but is quickly lost as a prick to your neck makes your eyes grow heavy and you drift off into a forced sleep.
your character's reaction when knowing that someone they care about is about to be put into the same chair as there - their fight, their words, their final thoughts.
