He tied me up. He locked me in. And all I could see was nothing but the dark room.
The door opened, as a see a tall, middle age man walk in. He was handsome and well dressed. He had this way about him that just tied everything he was, in one. Powerful. Stronger.
I pulled at my chains and he laughed "Don't bother. I would have thought my son taught you better to not rise your expectations." A look of surprise crossed my face in a instance, and my heart tightened "Your... Your Ajar's father?.." he pulled up a chair and sat down right in front of me. He nod slowly, in a boring yet controlled manner "Yes, but he probably wouldn't like you calling me that. He has considered me everything else but that." While glaring daggers at him, I tried pulling at my chains again but nothing changed "I
