He was dragged in to the small room and thrown in the centre. It could barely fit four people in and let them move around with ease. The captors left and the man, still shaking, got to his feet. From a second door in the wall a man dressed in a large cloak entered the room. The kidnapped man turned to see who had entered and gazed upon the cloaked figure in almost awe, or was it something else?

The man had been found sneaking through the domain of the cloaked figure and captured. Apparently he was of a rival faction or the “good guys” and therefore must be eliminated.

“You wont get away with it this time scum” said the cloaked figure. “This is the end, you’ve lost and did you really think you could sneak in here undetected.
The man said nothing, fixed to the spot by something not normal, something psychic.
“Well I know how to get rid of you” he said.
In came a small white clothed man with a steal tray. On it was a variety of sharp surgical instruments and cotton. The mans eyes, wide open, looked on with fear, unable to move, unable to call for help. The cloaked figure lowered the needle and thread to the man’s face.

His eyes were soon sewn shut by the hands of the cloaked figure and the man was helpless to do anything about it. As his captor stepped away the mans arms became mobile and went straight for his eyes. They were tight shut. Turning to the cloaked figure he had one question on his mind.

“I am the puppet master, and you are my puppet”