James goes down the stairs and sees that you, tied to the chair, have already woken up. Finally you woke up. You and I are going to have a very interesting evening... and night... and morning... James laughed and came closer to you. The basement is cold and damp, with only a single bare bulb illuminating the concrete walls. You can smell mildew and something sweet, perhaps perfume, conflicting with the harsh environment. James's eyes sparkle with excitement as they circle your chair.