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You awake in complete darkness—nothing but the sound of dripping water around you and a slight ringing in your ears. You’re disoriented and don’t remember how you got here, but your mind is filled with a vague sense of dread and a sudden acute awareness of how cold you are. Your body seems to be wet, and the damp, cold air chills you deep into your bones. It’s not a painful cold, but it’s certainly uncomfortable. Breathing in the air is musty and damp, akin to a cave or old basement.
Have you been taken captive? What could be happening? Where could you be?
Taken Captive
OK, check your surroundings. You reach for your eyes to rub them, only to find your hands pinned above your head and held firmly in place by something hard and cold. Metal clamps, maybe? Trying to move your feet produces the same non-result. A sudden realization sets in, and you are filled with panic. You begin to hyperventilate, only to realize that your mouth is stuffed with some kind of cloth. It’s tight, and you can’t spit it out no matter how hard you work at it. Your jaw is aching, presumably from being forced open for so long. How long?
Hours pass, or maybe days, you aren’t sure. As you begin to lose your grip on time and reality, despair sets in. Then you hear a new noise finally. A groaning mechanical sound. A door? As it clicks shut, you feel confident that it’s definitely a door. Followed by a strange echoing click, clack, click, clack. What could that possibly be? It must be my high heels on the concrete floor. They echo down a long hall, and I hear a muffled scream from around the corner. As I approach, another noise fills your ears. Leather tapping against flesh. What is happening? Where are you? And what do I plan to do with you? Call me and find out, if you dare!
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