I woke up slowly, my consciousness returning to me in pieces. My head was pounding like someone had hit me with something heavy from the back.
I opened my eyes bit by bit to the blurry and dark room. Thick curtains blocked most of the light, with only thin lines sneaking through the edges. The air smelled like the basement, a place I had not been to in a long while.
I tried to lift my hands to rub my eyes so I could adjust to the room, but they would not move. My arms were pulled tight behind me, wrists burning. I had been tied.
Thick rope wrapped around my wrists, biting into my skin every time I tried to twist my hands free.
I stared down at my legs, and they had been tied too, tied firm to the legs of the chair I sat on. I've been fully tied to a wooden chair.
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