The Red Room

As he tried to break free, the chair he was bound to scraped against the cold concrete floor. He was met with a loud echo, followed by the sound of a switch being flipped. Light shone through his blindfold.

Stairs creaked and footsteps echoed. Someone was near him, typing on a keyboard. The faint smell of bleach wafted off them.

Silence.

Then, a rumbling chainsaw growled.