Adolphe Stayne
There was a feeling of complete and utter control that came with holding others captive. You knew it felt wrong and yet it felt so right. To subjugate another, to force them to bow down to your whims left one with a feeling of pride and autocracy. As the teenagers began to come to their senses, a figure in another room watched closely from a monitor. A small speaker and a USB microphone laid on the table before him, directly to the right of the monitor. The young girl with the dark hair came to first. Obviously, she was injured and unable to function normally. It didn't come as a surprise, though. They- meaning the kidnappers- had been forced to knock all of the teens unconscious. It made for less struggling and less resistance.
Adolphe Stayne had dressed himself in an ebony colored t-shirt, worn to the point where it hung a bit loosely on his athletic frame. Leaning back in his chair, he kicked his feet up on to the table before him, showing the plain blue jeans he wore, along with a pair of brown work boots, the kind you'd find at a construction site overpopulated with loud and raucous men. Pulling a gray sweatshirt jeans around his body tighter, due to the cold temperatures in the room, Adolphe zipped it shut slightly before he reached for the microphone. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the microphone and held it near his mouth, close enough to have his voice heard and yet far enough away to keep from being too loud. He wouldn't put the kids through any pain- not yet, at least.
"It's good to see you waking up," he spoke, his deep voice echoing through the dark room that the teens sat it. Two speakers in the corners of the room carried his voice to them and surrounding them with the gruff sound. "You all certainly took quite a few injuries to the head...it frightened me for a moment." He voice was laced thick with a sarcasm that was so evident, it stung. Adolphe's tone seemed to mock the teenagers, hardly showing any sort of worry that they wouldn't pull through after their kidnapping. "I hope it isn't too uncomfortable down there; we had to settle you in without much preparation time."
There was a feeling of complete and utter control that came with holding others captive. You knew it felt wrong and yet it felt so right. To subjugate another, to force them to bow down to your whims left one with a feeling of pride and autocracy. As the teenagers began to come to their senses, a figure in another room watched closely from a monitor. A small speaker and a USB microphone laid on the table before him, directly to the right of the monitor. The young girl with the dark hair came to first. Obviously, she was injured and unable to function normally. It didn't come as a surprise, though. They- meaning the kidnappers- had been forced to knock all of the teens unconscious. It made for less struggling and less resistance.
Adolphe Stayne had dressed himself in an ebony colored t-shirt, worn to the point where it hung a bit loosely on his athletic frame. Leaning back in his chair, he kicked his feet up on to the table before him, showing the plain blue jeans he wore, along with a pair of brown work boots, the kind you'd find at a construction site overpopulated with loud and raucous men. Pulling a gray sweatshirt jeans around his body tighter, due to the cold temperatures in the room, Adolphe zipped it shut slightly before he reached for the microphone. With a flick of his wrist, he turned on the microphone and held it near his mouth, close enough to have his voice heard and yet far enough away to keep from being too loud. He wouldn't put the kids through any pain- not yet, at least.
"It's good to see you waking up," he spoke, his deep voice echoing through the dark room that the teens sat it. Two speakers in the corners of the room carried his voice to them and surrounding them with the gruff sound. "You all certainly took quite a few injuries to the head...it frightened me for a moment." He voice was laced thick with a sarcasm that was so evident, it stung. Adolphe's tone seemed to mock the teenagers, hardly showing any sort of worry that they wouldn't pull through after their kidnapping. "I hope it isn't too uncomfortable down there; we had to settle you in without much preparation time."