The sound of the chains falling free was too loud in the quiet room. It seemed the whole group was holding their breath.
Rich stretched his arms and legs out, flexing them a little to feel how stiff the confinement had left him.
It seemed all eyes in the room were on him, waiting to see how he reacted to his freedom. Amelia could feel the pressure, knowing that if this went badly, it all landed on her.
Rich seemed to survey the room, eyes still the slightest bit glassy.
Nothing happened. He yawned, but he didn't shift, or try to attack or make any sort of unhinged rants. He settled back more comfortably in the chair and looked patiently at Amelia.
"What's next?" he asked.
He looked completely relaxed and at ease. It made Amelia feel better to see him reacting like this, especially
