On the contrary, Dr. Floyd was tied to a swivel chair in the basement of Lucas’s building; which was a pitch-black room, with only one white bulb hanging on top of his head. His hand tied behind his back to the wooden chair that she sat on, whilst a thin cloth was wrapped around his mouth, to prevent him from speaking or making any compulsive noises. By this time now, his body was dried out of any sweat omitted by his sudoriferous glands that drenched his body due to stress and left stains over his pink checkered shirt; that now bulged over his big fat tummy. His heart beat at a speed of a thousand beats per minute during the initial few hours of his k********g but ny bow, even his body and his endocrine system had given up and stopped stressing him.
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