The Master’s Basement

The cold, rough concrete pressed against Jack's cheek, a stark contrast to the plush dorm room he'd been snatched from just hours ago. Panic clawed at his throat, a silent scream trapped behind the gag. The air was thick with a scent he couldn't quite place, something musky and strangely sweet. Then, a shadow fell over him, and a man's voice, low and gravelly, echoed in the darkness of the basement.