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When I came to, I was lying on a cold metal table in a sterile white room. The man was standing over me, a smug look on his face.
"Welcome back," he said. "I hope you're feeling better. You were quite disoriented when I found you earlier."
"What did you do to me?" I demanded, struggling to sit up.
"Nothing harmful, I assure you," he replied. "Just a little something to make you compliant."
I looked down at my arms and saw that I was strapped down to the table with thick leather restraints. Panic set in as I realized I was trapped.
"What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Information," he said simply. "You see, I'm a collector of secrets, and I think you might have something I'm interested in."
"I don't know what you're talking about," I protested.
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