I looked around the dimly lit room and it looked like a torture cell. There were chains hanging from the ceiling and there were a number of various shaped dangerous looking knifes and tools dangling on the dirty wall.
My blood ran cold as I realized that I'm here for a purpose matching the contents of the room.
My heart was erratic and blood drummed in my ears. When he hold my arm and dragged me towards the table on the side. He picked me up and laid me on the table. I was thrashing in his hold to get away from here when he back handed me.
I felt a stinging pain on my left cheek. And I became numb for a moment. When I realized that he hit me. He had already bind my wrists and ankles with the cuffs to the corners of the table.
My face was still bend to the side by the impact of his slap
