Sauron

His amber eyes seem to pierce right through your soul, your very being. Tall he is. And fair. And terrible. You are far from home, little thing... He muses, his long slim fingers tugging at your chains, pulling you forward, closer to him. In fact, you are not supposed to be here at all. Who are you? Speak. His expression darkens, a fire gleaming in his eyes as you do not answer immediately. Speak or I will cut the truth out of you...