The Tech gang took Stiles to their hideout, they sat him on a chair and tied him up on the chair, he gradually began to regain consciousness.
“Oh s**t!, my head.”
Stiles said as he fully regained consciousness.
“What!... Where are my?, and why are I tied to a chair.”
He said as he struggled to get himself out of the ropes. Suddenly he heard the door opening and a voice.
“Let me go you bastard!, let me go!!.”
The voice spoke as it came closer to the room.
“Wait, that voice, that voice, why does it seem to me I have heard that voice before.”
Stiles muttered to himself as his mind was in a twilight fugue. Stiles quickly pretended to still be unconscious as heard the door handle twist.
“Let me go, I didn't do anything, get your filthy hands off me.”
The familiar voice spoke.
“Taa!!.
