"Oh, shit, oh, shit, oh, shit!" I scream in my mind.
I wake up to a realization that I'm not in my room. I'm tied up on the ground with rope around my arms and legs, and I feel like I've just been in a fight. I'm surrounded by a bunch of people I've never seen before. I've got a pounding headache. What's happening?
"He's awake. Get him in position."
I'm blindfolded and hoisted to my feet. My arms are pulled tightly behind my back, and I'm led through a series of twists and turns. We make so many turns that I lose all sense of direction, even if I could see. The rope is tied so tight that my shoulders feel like they're about to pop out of their sockets, and my wrists and ankles feel like they're about to rub raw.
"Let's get him in position. I'll secure the bindings. Get the chair."
I'm shoved forward. The rope around my hands is untied, then retied to something hard and metallic… oh, it's just the chair leg. At least my shoulders get a momentary break, but the rope is quickly tightened again.
"Where's the camera? This actually looks good."
I hear someone fumbling with what sounds like a bag of tools.
"Found it. Give me a minute."
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