Oh OK I get it. Lemme take a stab;

The room contained a table, a chair, and a man with a length of rubber hose. His executioner-style hood made of satin shimmered like sunlight striking coal as the naked 40 watt bulb gently tilted on its axis as two distinguishable sets of heavy footsteps echoed from the ceiling above - they were here at last.

The sound of the new arrivals was not lost on Jerry Harris, who whimpered quietly in the adjacent basement room. Fear and massive doses of adrenaline had piqued his senses, although this surely wasn’t needed to hear the gladiators entrance booming from above. Jerry suddenly felt the warm sensation of urine running down his legs and pooling on the formed wooden seat that he was presently duct taped to; he realized he was naked. He hadn’t been visited, or given water for two days, and the strong smell of ammonia from dehydration nearly made him nauseous. There were no windows in this basement, and the complete absence of light enhanced his olfactory senses to his dismay. Through the smell of ammonia there were other foul, earthy odors of decay - those of which he had surely never encountered, but those of which he would soon know for the remainder of his life when the lights of this room were awakened.