Blind Trust

"I won't talk." I was restrained to a bed, leather straps had pinned both my arms to my sides and my legs had very little movement either.  The bed was soft though and the room was of adequate temperature so I didn't feel cold, so they at least cared I was comfortable.  My jailer was the blind man, aside from the bed was a desk of sorts I couldn't see what he was well I don't want to say looking at, but he had some kind of instruments in front of him, I figured for interrogation.

"You don't know what I'll ask, I could be asking if you'd like a lot money, or if you'd like the greatest drink in the world, would you feel silly if you just refused to talk." His voice was scholarly its the only way I could put it.  Hair was red and looked a little unkempt, I don't know if that was to sell the homeless person illusion or he just didn't care since he didn't see his hair.

"The Red Hand aren't normally eloquent conversationalists, and I doubt you are intending on asking me anything I'd like to hear, especially not considering my restraints." Even crazy with anger I could be rational, well somewhat.
"Is that who you think I am? The Red Hand? Surely even in your madness you'd realize if I was with them I'd have cut your throat and strung your entrails around the city as a reminder of who not to mess with, no Mr. Lorentino I'm here to help you, if you'll let me." The voice was calming, but I feared he was trying to get into my head (even if my head was a scary place full of anger and crazy).

"Let me out of these restraints and I'll see how much you want to help me." I wasn't wearing shackles, but I had no magical ability, it was a strange feeling, like instead of a cork being in my magical prowess it just wasn't there at all, like my captor had somehow removed it from me entirely. He turned to look at me, or whatever a blind person does when they face you, he wasn't angry, but I could detect what looked like sadness? I dunno it was hard to read someone when you can't see their eyes.

"Trezlan I'm here to help you, and all you have to do is listen, I can not guarentee there will not be pain, I can't say there won't be suffering, but I can tell you, if you listen I can save you."  The voice again coming like a calming melody I could feel my eyes getting heavy.

"I don't want to listen!!!" I struggled against the restraints but it was a losing battle, my captor wiped a cloth over my forehead and I felt a surge of something inside and then the world went white and I was out of the restraints, but not free, instead I was in a new prison one of my own choosing, a completely blank white empty space with only myself and the blind man, who wasn't blind now, he had piercing white eyes.

"Welcome to the prison in your mind Mr. Lorentino."