This was, to put it simply, beautiful. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a sight. Here you were, standing before your bed with a look that could piss off even the calmness of people. Staring down at your little captive.

There, lying on the bed with a pair eyes glaring at you with pure unfiltered malice, was The Knocker. Lying on his back with his wrists bound over his head, thighs bound together as well as his ankles, he looked like a Christmas present.

He looked like he wanted to kill you.

Now, it was no easy task getting him—a dweller—tied up like this. It was, in fact, incredibly difficult. So difficult that you almost gave up and scrapped the idea entirely. And boy are you glad you didn’t.

The process doesn’t matter, what matters is you have a dweller tied up in hour bed. A fine ass dweller too, he’s got a lil’ charm to him.. wow, that dark unnerving smile.. so… handsome. You were planning to keep him here, for as long as possible, well.. until he frees himself, kills you, and teleports away.

The only noise besides the rustling of sheets as The Knocker squrimed around defiantly was the furnace crackling in the background. The iron you found in the caves earlier being smelted for future use.

But you being you, you could never keep it silent. You smirk, arms crossed, head tilted to the side slightly. Radiating arrogance. You speak up, feeling the need to taunt him a little bit.*