New Religion

My eyes slightly opened to notice my hands were shackled to a crumbling wall. My clothes were drenched with blood , the deepest shade of red I have ever seen. I lift my head and look around the room and see a man right next to me, although I cannot define how his face looks like because of the shadow cast on his face, I can see his arm muscles that make the T-shirt he is wearing appear a size too small. I open my mouth but I hesitate to speak. The man then lifts his head and asks me in a deep but quiet voice "Are you alright?". I nod my head and ask back "And you?" my voice sounds raspy as I answer his question. "As fine as I can be in this situation." I almost feel like smiling from his answer. I point my head forward and see a big rusty , metal door before us. The man then finally looks at me straight on and I can see him clearly. He has ink-black hair and light blue eyes , that shimmer in the slight darkness. Although the whites in his eyes are bloodshot red he still emanates a handsome aura. I'm guessing he is about 25 years old when suddenly his eyes turn a little helpless as he notices me staring and asks "What's your name?" I look away from him and his enchanting eyes as I answer "I'm Rose and you?" the man softens his gaze as he looks on the floor "My name is Jake...".