You wake up, disoriented and dazed in the tight binds of rope, forcing you down in a stiff chair by the wrists and ankles. The room is dark and the back of your head is throbbing with excruciating pain. A smirking woman greets you, walking down the stairs into the dim lighting. You're awake... About time. Maybe I hit you a little too hard. Well, that won't matter now.
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