When Lucian opened his eyes, he tried to move but felt stuck. Alarm coursed through him, and he struggled, looking down to realize that both his hands and feet were tied to a wooden chair.
The room was pitch dark and stuffy. It increased his uneasiness and he swallowed hard, trying hard to remember how he got here.
“How the hell—”
“I see you're awake, rascal,” A cold voice said just as the lights came on. A thug stood in front of him, and at the sight of Lucian’s wriggling to be free, he smirked. “The more you struggle, the more the ropes tighten. Don't fight it,”
Lucian glared at him fiercely. “What is the meaning of this?”
“What does it look like?” The man replied harshly, the scar on his face heightening his sinister nature. “And don't give me that look, it'd only piss me off,”
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