I try to open my eyes, but the dripping water gets in there and blurs my sight. My hands are cuffed above my head, I can feel the cuffs biting into my wrists, but not as much as they would be if they were supporting my weight. Focusing on sense I can feel the cold stone or concrete floor under my ass and my legs, the cold bricks of the wall all down one side of my body. Clearly someone has propped me up against a wall and cuffed my wrists above my head over a pipe of some kind, hence the dripping. I force my eyes open and try to speak;
“Mmmmugh. Mmugh”
I am gagged. My eyes start to adjust to the dim room and the dripping water; I can see someone sitting a few feet away looking right at me. It is an older man, no longer young, but not brought low by age either. He is wearing grimy slacks and a badly soiled white vest. He is unshaven and his hair is unkempt and greasy and pushed back. He is smoking, and that makes me want a cigarette myself.
“So you’re awake. Good, I have questions.”
I see a knife.
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