My Captor

The light was dimmed slowly by a cloaked figure.
He only stopped when it was no longer bright.
The space around me looked like a bedroom.
Its beige walls,
Its eloquent bed,
the cracks that danced up and down from the ceiling to the floor, called out to me with pity.
The chair beneath me squeaked as he forced me down.
I didn’t realize my breath was held,
I didn’t realize the stench within the air.
I didn't realize my own dispair,
before it was too late,
and I became my captor's bate.
He looked at me with a smile.
I looked at him with a frown.
Why does my captor look like somebody I know?
Why does his smile seem oddly familar?
Is this a prank?
Is this a dream?
I guess it will only unfold as a horror film.